Job 10

1 My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.

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 vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.

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

3 Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel 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 Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?

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

5 Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,

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

6 That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?

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

7 Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.

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

8 Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?

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

9 Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?

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

10 Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?

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

11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.

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

12 Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.

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

13 Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.

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

14 If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.

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

15 If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine 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 But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.

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

17 Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.

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

18 Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!

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

19 And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!

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 dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,

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

21 Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:

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

22 Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.

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.