Job 10
1 I am weary of my life; I will let loose within me my complaint; 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! Show me wherefore thou contendest with me!
I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
3 Is it a pleasure to thee to oppress, And to despise the work of thy hands, And to shine upon the plans 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 seest thou as man seeth?
Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
5 Are thy days as the days of a man, Are thy years as the days of a mortal,
As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
6 That thou seekest after my iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
7 Though thou knowest that I am not guilty, And that none can deliver from thy hand?
Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
8 Have thy hands completely fashioned and made me In every part, that thou mightst destroy me?
Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
9 O remember that thou hast moulded me as clay! And wilt thou bring me again to dust?
Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
10 Thou didst pour me out as milk, And curdle me as cheese;
Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
11 With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, And strengthen me with bones and sinews;
With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
12 Thou didst grant me life and favor, And thy protection preserved my breath:
Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
13 Yet these things thou didst lay up in thy heart! I know that this was in thy mind.
Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, And wilt not acquit me of mine iniquity.
If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
15 If I am wicked, —then woe unto me! Yet if righteous, I dare not lift up my head; I am full of confusion, beholding 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 If I lift it up, like a lion thou huntest me, And again showest thyself terrible unto 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 renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine anger toward me; New hosts continually rise up against me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
18 Why then didst thou bring me forth from the womb? I should have perished, and 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 I should be as though I had not been; I should have 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 Are not my days few? O spare then, And let me alone, that I may be at ease a little while,
Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
21 Before I go— whence I shall not return—To the land of darkness and death-shade,
Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
22 The land of darkness like the blackness of death-shade, Where is no order, and where the light is as darkness.
A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
