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Job 10

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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.
1 “I am disgusted with my life. Let me complain freely. My bitter soul must complain.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so?
2 I will say to God, ‘Don’t simply condemn me— tell me the charge you are bringing against me.
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?
3 What do you gain by oppressing me? Why do you reject me, the work of your own hands, while smiling on the schemes of the wicked?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
4 Are your eyes like those of a human? Do you see things only as people see them?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
5 Is your lifetime only as long as ours? Is your life so short
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
6 that you must quickly probe for my guilt and search for 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?
7 Although you know I am not guilty, no one can rescue me from your hands.
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
8 “‘You formed me with your hands; you made me, yet now you completely destroy me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust
9 Remember that you made me from dust— will you turn me back to dust so soon?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
10 You guided my conception and formed me in the womb.
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and you knit my bones and sinews together.
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
12 You gave me life and showed me your unfailing love. My life was preserved by your care.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
13 “‘Yet your real motive— your true intent—
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?
14 was to watch me, and if I sinned, you would not forgive my guilt.
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.
15 If I am guilty, too bad for me; and even if I’m innocent, I can’t hold my head high, because I am filled with shame and misery.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning, thou tormentest me wonderfully.
16 And if I hold my head high, you hunt me like a lion and display your awesome power against me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
17 Again and again you witness against me. You pour out your growing anger on me and bring fresh armies 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
18 “‘Why, then, did you deliver me from my mother’s womb? Why didn’t you let me die at birth?
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
19 It would be as though I had never existed, going directly 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:
20 I have only a few days left, so leave me alone, that I may have a moment of comfort
21 Before I go and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
21 before I leave—never to return— for the land of darkness and utter gloom.
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.
22 It is a land as dark as midnight, a land of gloom and confusion, where even the light is dark as midnight.’”