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Job 10

The Bible in Basic English BBE

1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.

3 What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?

4 Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?

5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,

6 That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,

7 Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?

8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.

9 O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?

10 Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?

11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.

12 You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.

13 But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:

14 That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:

15 That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.

16 And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:

17 That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.

18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,

19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.

20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,

22 A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.

New International Version NIV

1 “I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I say to God: Do not declare me guilty, but tell me what charges you have against me.

3 Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked?

4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as a mortal sees?

5 Are your days like those of a mortal or your years like those of a strong man,

6 that you must search out my faults and probe after my sin—

7 though you know that I am not guilty and that no one can rescue me from your hand?

8 “Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?

9 Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?

10 Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese,

11 clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews?

12 You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence watched over my spirit.

13 “But this is what you concealed in your heart, and I know that this was in your mind:

14 If I sinned, you would be watching me and would not let my offense go unpunished.

15 If I am guilty—woe to me! Even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head, for I am full of shame and drowned in my affliction.

16 If I hold my head high, you stalk me like a lion and again display your awesome power against me.

17 You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger toward me; your forces come against me wave upon wave.

18 “Why then did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died before any eye saw me.

19 If only I had never come into being, or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave!

20 Are not my few days almost over? Turn away from me so I can have a moment’s joy

21 before I go to the place of no return, to the land of gloom and utter darkness,

22 to the land of deepest night, of utter darkness and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”