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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.

Good News Translation GNT

1 I am tired of living. Listen to my bitter complaint.

2 Don't condemn me, God. Tell me! What is the charge against me?

3 Is it right for you to be so cruel? To despise what you yourself have made? And then to smile on the schemes of wicked people?

4 Do you see things as we do?

5 Is your life as short as ours?

6 Then why do you track down all my sins and hunt down every fault I have?

7 You know that I am not guilty, that no one can save me from you.

8 Your hands formed and shaped me, and now those same hands destroy me.

9 Remember that you made me from clay; are you going to crush me back to dust?

10 You gave my father strength to beget me; you made me grow in my mother's womb.

11 You formed my body with bones and sinews and covered the bones with muscles and skin.

12 You have given me life and constant love, and your care has kept me alive.

13 But now I know that all that time you were secretly planning to harm me.

14 You were watching to see if I would sin, so that you could refuse to forgive me.

15 As soon as I sin, I'm in trouble with you, but when I do right, I get no credit. I am miserable and covered with shame.

16 If I have any success at all, you hunt me down like a lion; to hurt me you even work miracles.

17 You always have some witness against me; your anger toward me grows and grows; you always plan some new attack.

18 Why, God, did you let me be born? I should have died before anyone saw me.

19 To go from the womb straight to the grave would have been as good as never existing.

20 Isn't my life almost over? Leave me alone! Let me enjoy the time I have left.

21 I am going soon and will never come back - going to a land that is dark and gloomy,

22 a land of darkness, shadows, and confusion, where the light itself is darkness.