Job 10

1 My soul doth loathe my life, —I let loose my complaint, I 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 say unto GOD, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know, on what account thou contendest with me!

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

3 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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15 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.

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

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

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

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

18 Wherefore then, from the womb, didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last, and, no eye, have 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 As though I had not been, should I have become, —from the womb to the grave, might I have been borne.

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?—then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;

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

21 Before I go, and not return, unto a 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 A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.

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