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Job 10

Common English Bible CEB

1 I loathe my life; I will let loose my complaint; I will speak out of my own bitterness.

2 I will say to God, Don't declare me guilty; tell me what you are accusing me of doing.

3 Does it seem good to you that you oppress me, that you reject the work of your hands and cause the purpose of sinners to shine?

4 Do you have physical eyes; do you see like a human?

5 Are your days like those of a human, your years like years of a human,

6 that you search for my wrongdoing and seek my sin?

7 You know that I'm not guilty, yet no one delivers me from your power.

8 Your hands fashioned and made me; yet you want to destroy me utterly.

9 Remember that you made me from clay, and you will return me to dust.

10 Didn't you pour me out like milk, curdle me like cheese?

11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, wove me from bones and sinews.

12 Life and kindness you gave me, and you oversaw and preserved my breath.

13 These things you hid in your heart; I know this is the case with you.

14 If I sin and you observe me, you won't consider me innocent of wrongdoing.

15 If I were guilty, doom to me; I'm innocent, but can't lift my head, full of shame and facing my misery.

16 I could boast like a lion, and you would hunt me; you would do awesome things to me again.

17 You continue to send your witnesses against me and increase your anger toward me, a swift army against me.

18 Why did you let me emerge from the womb? I wish I had died without any eye seeing me.

19 Then I would be just as if I hadn't existed, taken from the belly to the grave.

20 Aren't my few days coming to an end? Look away from me so I can brighten up a little

21 before I go and don't return to a land of deepest darkness,

22 a land whose light is like gloom, utter darkness and confusion, such that light shines like gloom.

The Message Bible MSG

1 I can't stand my life - I hate it! -I'm putting it all out on the table, all the bitterness of my life - I'm holding back nothing."

2 Job prayed: "Here's what I want to say: Don't, God, bring in a verdict of guilty without letting me know the charges you're bringing.

3 How does this fit into what you once called 'good' - giving me a hard time, spurning me, a life you shaped by your very own hands, and then blessing the plots of the wicked?

4 You don't look at things the way we mortals do. You're not taken in by appearances, are you?

5 Unlike us, you're not working against a deadline. You have all eternity to work things out.

6 So what's this all about, anyway - this compulsion to dig up some dirt, to find some skeleton in my closet?

7 You know good and well I'm not guilty. You also know no one can help me.

8 "You made me like a handcrafted piece of pottery - and now are you going to smash me to pieces?

9 Don't you remember how beautifully you worked my clay? Will you reduce me now to a mud pie?

10 Oh, that marvel of conception as you stirred together semen and ovum -

11 What a miracle of skin and bone, muscle and brain!

12 You gave me life itself, and incredible love. You watched and guarded every breath I took.

13 "But you never told me about this part. I should have known that there was more to it -

14 That if I so much as missed a step, you'd notice and pounce, wouldn't let me get by with a thing.

15 If I'm truly guilty, I'm doomed. But if I'm innocent, it's no better - I'm still doomed. My belly is full of bitterness. I'm up to my ears in a swamp of affliction.

16 I try to make the best of it, try to brave it out, but you're too much for me, relentless, like a lion on the prowl.

17 You line up fresh witnesses against me. You compound your anger and pile on the grief and pain!

18 "So why did you have me born? I wish no one had ever laid eyes on me!

19 I wish I'd never lived - a stillborn, buried without ever having breathed.

20 Isn't it time to call it quits on my life? Can't you let up, and let me smile just once

21 Before I die and am buried, before I'm nailed into my coffin, sealed in the ground,

22 And banished for good to the land of the dead, blind in the final dark?"