Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
Weary in my soul, I will pour my words with groans upon him: I will speak being straitened 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!
And I will say to the Lord, Do not teach me to be impious; and therefore have you thus judged 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 before you if I be unrighteous? for you have disowned the work of your hands, and attended to the counsel of the ungodly.
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Or do you see as a mortal sees? or will you look as a man sees?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
Or is your life human, or your years [the years] of a man,
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
that you have enquired into mine iniquity, and searched out my sins?
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
For you know that I have not committed iniquity: but who is he that can deliver out of your hands?
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
Your hands have formed me and made me; afterwards you did change [your mind], and strike me.
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Remember that you have made me [as] clay, and you do turn me again to earth.
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Hast you not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
And you did clothe me with skin and flesh, and frame me with bones and sinews.
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
And you did bestow upon me life and mercy, and your oversight has preserved my spirit.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
Having these things in yourself, I know that you can do all things; for nothing is impossible with you.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
And if I should sin, you watch me; and you have not cleared me from 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.
Or if I should be ungodly, woe is me: and if I should be righteous, I can’t lift myself up, for I am full of dishonor.
16 When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
For I am hunted like a lion for slaughter; for again you have changed and are terribly destroying me;
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
renewing against me my torture: and you have dealt with me in great anger, and you have brought trials upon 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 did you bring me out of the womb? and why did I not die, and no eye see me,
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
and I become as if I had not been? for why was I not 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;
Is not the time of my life short? suffer me to rest a little,
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
before I go whence I shall not return, to a land of darkness and gloominess;
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
to a land of perpetual darkness, where there is no light, neither [can any one] see the life of mortals.
