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 doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I 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 say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest 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 seemly in thee, that thou shouldst oppress? that thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, when, upon the counsel of the lawless, thou hast shone?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or wilt thou see as a mortal seeth?
Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal, or are thy years as the days of a man,
As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
6 That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
7 Still it is within thy knowledge that I am not wicked, and there is none that can deliver me out of thy hand.
Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
8 Thy hands have carefully fashioned me and made me; every thing is in harmony all round about; and yet thou dost destroy me!
Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded 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 pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
10 Behold, like milk didst thou pour me out, and like cheese didst thou curdle me.
Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
11 With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, and with bones and sinews didst thou cover me.
With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
12 Life and kindness didst thou grant me, and thy providence watched over my spirit.
Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
13 And yet these things hadst thou treasured up in thy heart: I know that this was [resolved] within thee.
Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
14 If I have sinned, then dost thou watch me, and from my iniquity thou wilt not declare me guiltless.
If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
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 have been lawless, alas for me! Or, if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame, look thou then on my humiliation.
16 And it constantly increaseth; like a fierce lion dost thou hunt for me; and again thou showest thyself continually wonderful on me;
When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against 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 renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is 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!
Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
19 That I were as though I had not been, —had been borne from the womb to the grave.
As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
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?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
21 Before I go, and return not, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
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 obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
