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; make me know wherefore Thou contendest 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?

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?

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 man, or Thy years as a man's days,

6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin,

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

7 although you know I am not guilty and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?

Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; and there is none 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 framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me!

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 fashioned me as clay; and wilt Thou 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 providence hath preserved my spirit.

13 Yet these things you hid in your heart— I know that this is what you were thinking:

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

14 that if I sinned, you would notice it; you would not acquit me of my iniquity.

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

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 if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; and again Thou showest Thyself marvellous 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 against me, and increasest Thine indignation upon me; host succeeding host 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.

Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, 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 have been 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 take comfort 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 whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and of 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 thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.