Job 10
1My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
3Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?
4Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
5Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
6so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
7And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
8Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
10Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
14If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?
15And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.
16And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
17You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
18Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
19I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
20Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
21before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
22a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.
1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,
6That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
7Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
8Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
12Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.
14If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
15If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
16For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
22A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.