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Job 10

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.”

The Darby Translation DBY

1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.

3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,

6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;

7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?

8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!

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

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

11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;

12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;

13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.

14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.

15 If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; --

16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.

18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.

19 I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

20 Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,

21 Before I go, and never to return, -- to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.