Job 10
1 Weary in my soul, I will pour my
words with groans upon him: I will speak being straitened in the bitterness of
my soul. 2 And I will say to the Lord,
Do not teach me to be impious; and wherefore hast thou thus judged me?
3 Is it good before thee if I be
unrighteous? for thou hast disowned the work of thy hands, and attended to the
counsel of the ungodly. 4 Or dost thou
see as a mortal sees? or wilt thou look as a man sees?
5 Or is thy life human, or thy years
the years of a man,
6 that thou hast enquired into mine
iniquity, and searched out my sins?
7 For thou knowest that I have not
committed iniquity: but who is he that can deliver out of thy hands?
8 Thy hands have formed me and made
me; afterwards thou didst change thy mind, and smite
me. 9 Remember that thou hast made me
as clay, and thou dost turn me again to earth.
10 Hast thou not poured me out like
milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 And thou didst clothe me with skin
and flesh, and frame me with bones and sinews.
12 And thou didst bestow upon me life
and mercy, and thy oversight has preserved my spirit.
13 Having these things in thyself, I
know that thou canst do all things; for nothing is impossible with thee.
14 And if I should sin, thou watchest
me; and thou hast not cleared me from iniquity.
15 Or if I should be ungodly, woe is
me: and if I should be righteous, I cannot lift myself up, for I am full of
dishonour. 16 For I am hunted like a
lion for slaughter; for again thou hast changed and art terribly destroying
me; 17 renewing against me my
torture: and thou hast dealt with me in great anger, and thou hast brought
trials upon me.
18 Why then didst thou bring me out
of the womb? and why did I not die, and no eye see me,
19 and I become as if I had not been?
for why was I not carried from the womb to the grave?
20 Is not the time of my life short?
suffer me to rest a little, 21 before
I go whence I shall not return, to a land of darkness and gloominess;
22 to a land of perpetual darkness,
where there is no light, neither can any one see the
life of mortals.