Job 10

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; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.

3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest 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 man, Or thy years as man’s days,

6 That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,

7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?

8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou 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 lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

13 Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:

14 If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.

16 And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.

18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.

19 I should have been 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 take comfort a little,

21 Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

22 The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.

JOB 10

Job Complains to God

I Am Sick of Life!

1 I am sick of life!
And from my deep despair,
I complain to you, my God.

2 Don't just condemn me!
Point out my sin.

3 Why do you take such delight
in destroying those you created
and in smiling on sinners?

4 Do you look at things
the way we humans do?

5 Is your life as short as ours?

6 Is that why you are so quick
to find fault with me?

7  t You know I am innocent,
but who can defend me
against you?

8 Will you now destroy
someone you created?

9 Remember that you molded me
like a piece of clay.
So don't turn me back
into dust once again.

10  t As cheese is made from milk,
you created my body
from a tiny drop.

11 Then you tied my bones together
with muscles and covered them
with flesh and skin.

12 You, the source of my life,
showered me with kindness
and watched over me.

You Have Not Explained

13 You have not explained
all of your mysteries,

14 but you catch and punish me
each time I sin.

15 Guilty or innocent,
I am condemned and ashamed
because of my troubles.

16 No matter how hard I try,
you keep hunting me down
like a powerful lion.t

17 You never stop accusing me;
you become furious and attack
over and over again.

18 Why did you let me be born?
I would rather have died
before birth

19 and been carried to the grave
without ever breathing.

20 I have only a few days left.
Why don't you leave me alone?t
Let me find some relief,
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21 before I travel to the land

22 of darkness and despair,
the place of no return.