Job 10

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

κάμνων τῇ ψυχῇ μου στένων ἐπαφήσω ἐπ’ αὐτὸν τὰ ῥήματά μου λαλήσω πικρίᾳ ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος

2 I will say unto God: Do not condemn me; make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.

καὶ ἐρῶ πρὸς κύριον μή με ἀσεβεῖν δίδασκε καὶ διὰ τί με οὕτως ἔκρινας

3 Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, that Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

ἦ καλόν σοι ἐὰν ἀδικήσω ὅτι ἀπείπω ἔργα χειρῶν σου βουλῇ δὲ ἀσεβῶν προσέσχες

4 Hast Thou eyes of flesh? or seest Thou as man seeth?

ἦ ὥσπερ βροτὸς ὁρᾷ καθορᾷς ἢ καθὼς ὁρᾷ ἄνθρωπος βλέψῃ

5 Are Thy days as the days of man, or Thy years as a man's days,

ἦ ὁ βίος σου ἀνθρώπινός ἐστιν ἢ τὰ ἔτη σου ἀνδρός

6 That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,

ὅτι ἀνεζήτησας τὴν ἀνομίαν μου καὶ τὰς ἁμαρτίας μου ἐξιχνίασας

7 Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?

οἶδας γὰρ ὅτι οὐκ ἠσέβησα ἀλλὰ τίς ἐστιν ὁ ἐκ τῶν χειρῶν σου ἐξαιρούμενος

8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!

αἱ χεῖρές σου ἔπλασάν με καὶ ἐποίησάν με μετὰ ταῦτα μεταβαλών με ἔπαισας

9 Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou bring me into dust again?

μνήσθητι ὅτι πηλόν με ἔπλασας εἰς δὲ γῆν με πάλιν ἀποστρέφεις

10 Hast Thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

ἦ οὐχ ὥσπερ γάλα με ἤμελξας ἐτύρωσας δέ με ἴσα τυρῷ

11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

δέρμα καὶ κρέας με ἐνέδυσας ὀστέοις δὲ καὶ νεύροις με ἐνεῖρας

12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and Thy providence hath preserved my spirit.

ζωὴν δὲ καὶ ἔλεος ἔθου παρ’ ἐμοί ἡ δὲ ἐπισκοπή σου ἐφύλαξέν μου τὸ πνεῦμα

13 Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy heart; I know that this is with Thee;

ταῦτα ἔχων ἐν σεαυτῷ οἶδα ὅτι πάντα δύνασαι ἀδυνατεῖ δέ σοι οὐθέν

14 If I sin, then Thou markest me, and Thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

ἐάν τε γὰρ ἁμάρτω φυλάσσεις με ἀπὸ δὲ ἀνομίας οὐκ ἀθῷόν με πεποίηκας

15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head — being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.

ἐάν τε γὰρ ἀσεβὴς ὦ οἴμμοι ἐάν τε ὦ δίκαιος οὐ δύναμαι ἀνακύψαι πλήρης γὰρ ἀτιμίας εἰμί

16 And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.

ἀγρεύομαι γὰρ ὥσπερ λέων εἰς σφαγήν πάλιν δὲ μεταβαλὼν δεινῶς με ὀλέκεις

17 Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host against me.

ἐπανακαινίζων ἐπ’ ἐμὲ τὴν ἔτασίν μου ὀργῇ δὲ μεγάλῃ μοι ἐχρήσω ἐπήγαγες δὲ ἐπ’ ἐμὲ πειρατήρια

18 Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!

ἵνα τί οὖν ἐκ κοιλίας με ἐξήγαγες καὶ οὐκ ἀπέθανον ὀφθαλμὸς δέ με οὐκ εἶδεν

19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

καὶ ὥσπερ οὐκ ὢν ἐγενόμην διὰ τί γὰρ ἐκ γαστρὸς εἰς μνῆμα οὐκ ἀπηλλάγην

20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

ἦ οὐκ ὀλίγος ἐστὶν ὁ χρόνος τοῦ βίου μου ἔασόν με ἀναπαύσασθαι μικρὸν

21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

πρὸ τοῦ με πορευθῆναι ὅθεν οὐκ ἀναστρέψω εἰς γῆν σκοτεινὴν καὶ γνοφεράν

22 A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

εἰς γῆν σκότους αἰωνίου οὗ οὐκ ἔστιν φέγγος οὐδὲ ὁρᾶν ζωὴν βροτῶν