Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!
I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me.
3 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?
Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wicked?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Have you eyes of flesh? or see you as man sees?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Are your days as the days of man? are your years as man’s days,
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
That you enquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
You know that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of your hand.
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
Your hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet you do destroy me.
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Have you not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
You have granted me life and favor, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
And these things have you hid in your heart: I know that this is with you.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
If I sin, then you mark me, and you will not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 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.
If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see you my affliction;
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
For it increases. You hunt me as a fierce lion: and again you show yourself marvelous on me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me; changes and war are against me.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for 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 not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
Before I go from where I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
