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Job 10

Douay-Rheims Catholic Bible RHE

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

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

3 Doth 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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?"