Job 10
Holman Christian Standard Bible
10 I am disgusted with my life.(A)
I will express my complaint
and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God:
“Do not declare me guilty!
Let me know why You prosecute me.
3 Is it good for You to oppress,
to reject the work of Your hands,
and favor[a] the plans of the wicked?
4 Do You have eyes of flesh,
or do You see as a human sees?
5 Are Your days like those of a human,
or Your years like those of a man,(B)
6 that You look for my wrongdoing(C)
and search for my sin,
7 even though You know that I am not wicked
and that there is no one who can deliver from Your hand?
8 “Your hands shaped me and formed me.
Will You now turn and destroy me?
9 Please remember that You formed me like clay.
Will You now return me to dust?(D)
10 Did You not pour me out like milk
and curdle me like cheese?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh,
and wove me together with bones and tendons.
12 You gave me life and faithful love,
and Your care has guarded my life.
13 “Yet You concealed these thoughts in Your heart;
I know that this was Your hidden plan:[b]
14 if I sin, You would notice,[c]
and would not acquit me of my wrongdoing.(E)
15 If I am wicked, woe to me!
And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head.
I am filled with shame
and aware of my affliction.(F)
16 If I am proud,[d] You hunt me like a lion
and again display Your miraculous power against me.(G)
17 You produce new witnesses[e] against me
and multiply Your anger toward me.
Hardships assault me, wave after wave.[f]
18 “Why did You bring me out of the womb?(H)
I should have died and never been seen.
19 I wish[g] I had never existed
but had been carried from the womb to the grave.(I)
20 Are my days not few? Stop it![h]
Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little
21 before I go to a land of darkness and gloom,(J)
never to return.
22 It is a land of blackness like the deepest darkness,
gloomy and chaotic,
where even the light is like[i] the darkness.”
Footnotes
- Job 10:3 Lit shine on
- Job 10:13 Lit was with You
- Job 10:14 Lit notice me
- Job 10:16 Lit If he lifts up
- Job 10:17 Or You bring fresh troops
- Job 10:17 Lit Changes and a host are with me
- Job 10:19 Lit As if
- Job 10:20 Alt Hb tradition reads Will He not leave my few days alone?
- Job 10:22 Lit chaotic, and shines as
Job 10
The Message
To Find Some Skeleton in My Closet
10 “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.”
2-7 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.
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?
You don’t look at things the way we mortals do.
You’re not taken in by appearances, are you?
Unlike us, you’re not working against a deadline.
You have all eternity to work things out.
So what’s this all about, anyway—this compulsion
to dig up some dirt, to find some skeleton in my closet?
You know good and well I’m not guilty.
You also know no one can help me.
8-12 “You made me like a handcrafted piece of pottery—
and now are you going to smash me to pieces?
Don’t you remember how beautifully you worked my clay?
Will you reduce me now to a mud pie?
Oh, that marvel of conception as you stirred together
semen and ovum—
What a miracle of skin and bone,
muscle and brain!
You gave me life itself, and incredible love.
You watched and guarded every breath I took.
13-17 “But you never told me about this part.
I should have known that there was more to it—
That if I so much as missed a step, you’d notice and pounce,
wouldn’t let me get by with a thing.
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.
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.
You line up fresh witnesses against me.
You compound your anger
and pile on the grief and pain!
18-22 “So why did you have me born?
I wish no one had ever laid eyes on me!
I wish I’d never lived—a stillborn,
buried without ever having breathed.
Isn’t it time to call it quits on my life?
Can’t you let up, and let me smile just once
Before I die and am buried,
before I’m nailed into my coffin, sealed in the ground,
And banished for good to the land of the dead,
blind in the final dark?”
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