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 let go my speech against myself, 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 to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
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 seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help 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, shalt thou see 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 man, and are thy years as the times of men:
6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin,
That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 although you know I am not guilty and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?
And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Your hands have framed and fashioned me together round about, yet you are destroying me.
Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
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 the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
10 Have you not poured me out like milk and curdled me like cheese?
Hast thou not milked me 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: thou hast put 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 mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 Yet these things you hid in your heart— I know that this is what you were thinking:
Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
14 that if I sinned, you would notice it; you would not acquit me of my iniquity.
If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my 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!
And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
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 for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
17 You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger against me; you attack me with fresh armies.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against 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.
Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see 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 have been as if I had not 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
Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow 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 return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist 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 misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
