Job 10

¹My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so?

³Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?

⁴Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?

⁵Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:

⁶That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

⁷And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand?

⁸Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?

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

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

¹¹Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:

¹²Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

¹³Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.

¹⁴If I have sinned, and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?

¹⁵And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.

¹⁶And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning, thou tormentest me wonderfully.

¹⁷Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.

¹⁸Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? O that I had been consumed, that eye might not see me!

¹⁹I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.

²⁰Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:

²¹Before I go and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:

²²A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

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.