Job 10
1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I 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 say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive [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 for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
4 Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?
Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth — seest Thou?
5 As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?
As the days of man [are] Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:
That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
7 Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
8 Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.
Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
9 Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
10 Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?
Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
11 With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?
Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
12 Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.
Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.
13 Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!
And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this [is] with Thee.
14 If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:
If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,
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 have done wickedly — woe to me, And righteously — I lift not up my head, Full of shame — then see 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.
And it riseth — as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back — Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.
Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare [are] with me.
18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.
And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.
As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
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 put from me, And I brighten up a little,
21 Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:
Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
22 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.
A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade — and no order, And the shining [is] as thick darkness.'
