Job 10

1 My soul is disgusted with my life; I will give free vent to my complaint over myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; let me know for what cause thou contendest against me.

I will say to God, Do not condemn me. Show me why thou contend with me.

3 Is it well for thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst reject the labor of thy hands, and shed light upon the counsel of the wicked?

Is it good to thee that thou should oppress, that thou should despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or wilt thou see as a mortal seeth?

Have thou eyes of flesh? Or do thou see as man sees?

5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal, or are thy years as the days of a man,

Are thy days as the days of man, or thy years as man's days,

6 That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

that thou inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin,

7 Still it is within thy knowledge that I am not wicked, and there is none that can deliver me out of thy hand.

although thou know that I am not wicked. And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?

8 Thy hands have carefully fashioned me and made me; every thing is in harmony all round about; and yet thou dost destroy me!

Thy hands have made me and fashioned me together round about, yet thou destroy me.

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that as though I were clay hast thou made me; and wilt thou cause me to return again unto the dust?

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou have fashioned me as clay. And will thou bring me into dust again?

10 Behold, like milk didst thou pour me out, and like cheese didst thou curdle me.

Have thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

11 With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, and with bones and sinews didst thou cover me.

Thou have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

12 Life and kindness didst thou grant me, and thy providence watched over my spirit.

Thou have granted me life and loving kindness, and thy visitation has preserved my spirit.

13 And yet these things hadst thou treasured up in thy heart: I know that this was [resolved] within thee.

Yet these things thou hid in thy heart. I know that this is with thee.

14 If I have sinned, then dost thou watch me, and from my iniquity thou wilt not declare me guiltless.

If I sin, then thou mark me. And thou will not acquit me from my iniquity.

15 If I be wicked, woe unto me: and if I be righteous, I can still not lift up my head; I am sated with disgrace, and ever seeing my affliction;

If I be wicked, woe to me. And if I be righteous, yet I shall not lift up my head, being filled with shame, and looking upon my affliction.

16 And it constantly increaseth; like a fierce lion dost thou hunt for me; and again thou showest thyself continually wonderful on me;

And if my head exalts itself, thou hunt me as a lion. And again thou show thyself marvelous upon me.

17 Thou ever renewest thy witnesses against me, and causest thy indignation to grow strong against me; changes and multitudes [of sufferings] are around me.

Thou renew thy witnesses against me, and increase thine indignation upon me. Changes and warfare are with me.

18 Wherefore then didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had perished, and that no eye had seen me!

Why then have thou brought me forth out of the womb? I would have given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

19 That I were as though I had not been, —had been borne from the womb to the grave.

I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

20 Lo! my days are but few: cease, then, withdraw from me [thy hand], that I may recover my cheerfulness a little.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little

21 Before I go, and return not, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,

before I go where I shall not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,

22 A land of utter gloom, as of the darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the light of which is like utter gloom.

the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as midnight.