Job 10
1 I am weary of my life; I will let loose within me my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me! Show me wherefore thou contendest with me!
I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
3 Is it a pleasure to thee to oppress, And to despise the work of thy hands, And to shine upon the plans of the wicked?
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?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh, Or seest thou as man seeth?
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Are thy days as the days of a man, Are thy years as the days of a mortal,
Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,
6 That thou seekest after my iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
That thou enquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
7 Though thou knowest that I am not guilty, And that none can deliver from thy hand?
Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Have thy hands completely fashioned and made me In every part, that thou mightst destroy me?
Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
9 O remember that thou hast moulded me as clay! And wilt thou bring me again to dust?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10 Thou didst pour me out as milk, And curdle me as cheese;
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 With skin and flesh didst thou clothe me, And strengthen me with bones and sinews;
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
12 Thou didst grant me life and favor, And thy protection preserved my breath:
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit.
13 Yet these things thou didst lay up in thy heart! I know that this was in thy mind.
And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, And wilt not acquit me of mine iniquity.
If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
15 If I am wicked, —then woe unto me! Yet if righteous, I dare not lift up my head; I am full of confusion, beholding my affliction.
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;
16 If I lift it up, like a lion thou huntest me, And again showest thyself terrible unto me.
For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine anger toward me; New hosts continually rise up against me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
18 Why then didst thou bring me forth from the womb? I should have perished, and no eye had seen me;
Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been borne 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 few? O spare then, And let me alone, that I may be at ease a little while,
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 Before I go— whence I shall not return—To the land of darkness and death-shade,
Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
22 The land of darkness like the blackness of death-shade, Where is no order, and where the light is as darkness.
A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
