Job 10

1 Weary in my soul, I will pour my words with groans upon him: I will speak being straitened in the bitterness of my soul.

My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 And I will say to the Lord, Do not teach me to be impious; and therefore have you thus judged me?

I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.

3 Is it good before you if I be unrighteous? for you have disowned the work of your hands, and attended to the counsel of the ungodly.

Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?

4 Or do you see as a mortal sees? or will you look as a man sees?

Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?

5 Or is your life human, or your years [the years] of a man,

Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,

6 that you have enquired into mine iniquity, and searched out my sins?

so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?

7 For you know that I have not committed iniquity: but who is he that can deliver out of your hands?

And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.

8 Your hands have formed me and made me; afterwards you did change [your mind], and strike me.

Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?

9 Remember that you have made me [as] clay, and you do turn me again to earth.

Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

10 Hast you not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?

11 And you did clothe me with skin and flesh, and frame me with bones and sinews.

You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.

12 And you did bestow upon me life and mercy, and your oversight has preserved my spirit.

You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

13 Having these things in yourself, I know that you can do all things; for nothing is impossible with you.

Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.

14 And if I should sin, you watch me; and you have not cleared me from iniquity.

If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?

15 Or if I should be ungodly, woe is me: and if I should be righteous, I can’t lift myself up, for I am full of dishonor.

And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.

16 For I am hunted like a lion for slaughter; for again you have changed and are terribly destroying me;

And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.

17 renewing against me my torture: and you have dealt with me in great anger, and you have brought trials upon me.

You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.

18 Why then did you bring me out of the womb? and why did I not die, and no eye see me,

Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!

19 and I become as if I had not been? for why was I not carried from the womb to the grave?

I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.

20 Is not the time of my life short? suffer me to rest a little,

Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,

21 before I go whence I shall not return, to a land of darkness and gloominess;

before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,

22 to a land of perpetual darkness, where there is no light, neither [can any one] see the life of mortals.

a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.