Job 10

Young's Literal Translation

10 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

² I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive [with] me.

³ Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?

⁴ Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou?

⁵ As the days of man [are] Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?

⁶ That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?

⁷ For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

⁸ Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

⁹ Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

¹⁰ Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?

¹¹ Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.

¹² Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.

¹³ And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this [is] with Thee.

¹⁴ If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,

¹⁵ If I have done wickedly -- wo to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,

¹⁶ And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.

¹⁷ Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare [are] with me.

¹⁸ And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.

¹⁹ As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,

²⁰ Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

²¹ Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,

²² A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade -- and no order, And the shining [is] as thick darkness.'