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 release my words against myself. 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 be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.

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?

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

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

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

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

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

so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your 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.

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

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

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 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;

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

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

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.

You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within 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 did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see 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 if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.

20 Lo! my days are but few: cease, then, withdraw from me [thy hand], that I may recover my cheerfulness 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, and return not, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,

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

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