Job 10

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.

I say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!

3 Is it good to thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

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?

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

Eyes of flesh, hast thou? or, as a mortal seeth, seest thou?

5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,

As the days of a mortal, are thy days? or, thy years, as the days of a man?

6 That thou enquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, and, for my sin, shouldst make search:

7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.

Though it is, within thine own knowledge, that I would not be lawless, and, none, out of thy hand, can deliver?

8 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.

Thine own hands, shaped me, and made me, all in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Remember, I pray thee, that, as clay, thou didst make me, and, unto dust, thou wilt cause me to return.

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

Didst thou not, like milk, pour me forth? and, as cheese, curdle me?

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

With skin and flesh, clothe me? and, with bones and sinews, interweave me?

12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit.

Life and lovingkindness, thou didst bestow upon me, —and, thy watchful care, preserved my breath.

13 And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.

Yet, these things, thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that, this, hath been with thee!

14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.

If I have sinned, then couldst thou watch me, and, from mine iniquity, thou wouldst not acquit me:

15 If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;

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.

16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.

When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

Thou renewest thy witnesses before me, and dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army, is with me.

18 Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have seen me.

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

As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.

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

Are not my days, few?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;

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

Before I go, and not return, unto a land of darkness and death-shade:

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

A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.