Job 10
1 I am weary of my life; I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God, 'Do not merely condemn me; show me why you accuse me.
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress me, to despise the work of your hands while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see like a man sees?
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Are your days like the days of mankind or your years like the years of people,
Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin,
That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
7 although you know I am not guilty and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?
Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
8 Your hands have framed and fashioned me together round about, yet you are destroying me.
Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
9 Call to mind, I beg you, that you have fashioned me like clay; will you bring me into dust again?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
10 Have you not poured me out like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
12 You have granted me life and covenant faithfulness; your help has guarded my spirit.
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
13 Yet these things you hid in your heart— I know that this is what you were thinking:
And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
14 that if I sinned, you would notice it; you would not acquit me of my iniquity.
If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
15 If I have acted wickedly, woe to me; and even if I acted righteously, I could not lift up my head, since I am filled with disgrace— see my affliction!
If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; —
16 If my head were lifted up, you would stalk me like a lion; and again you would show yourself with marvellous acts of power against me.
And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
17 You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger against me; you attack me with fresh armies.
Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
18 Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up my spirit and that no eye had ever seen me.
And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
19 I would have been as though I had never existed; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days only a few? Stop then, let me alone, so that I may have a little rest
Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
21 before I go from where I will not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death,
Before I go, and never to return, — to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
22 the land that is as dark as midnight, the land of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is like midnight.'”
A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.
