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10 ¡Ya estoy cansado de vivir!
Voy a desahogarme con mis quejas,
voy a dar rienda suelta a mi amargura.
¡Oh Dios, no me declares culpable!
¡Dime de qué me acusas!
Siendo así que tú mismo me creaste,
¿te parece bien maltratarme y despreciarme,
y mostrarte favorable a los planes de los malos?
¿Acaso ves las cosas como las ven los hombres?
¿Acaso es tu vida tan corta como la de un mortal?
Entonces, ¿por qué andas
buscándome faltas y pecados,
aun cuando sabes que yo no soy culpable
y que nadie me puede salvar de tu poder?
Tú me formaste con tus propias manos,
¡y ahora me quieres destruir!
Recuerda que me hiciste de barro:
¿vas ahora a convertirme otra vez en polvo?
10 Hiciste que mi cuerpo se formara
como se forma el queso al cuajarse la leche;
11 me revestiste de carne y de piel,
entrelazaste mis huesos y tendones;
12 me diste vida, me brindaste amor,
y con tus cuidados me has mantenido con vida.
13 Pero ahora veo que allá en tu corazón
tenías una intención secreta:
14 me estabas observando para ver si yo pecaba,
y así poder condenarme por mi falta.
15 Si soy culpable, estoy perdido;
si soy inocente, de poco puedo alegrarme,
pues me tienes humillado y afligido.
16 Si me muestro arrogante, tú, como un león, me persigues
y hasta haces milagros para destruirme.
17 Nunca te faltan testigos contra mí;
tu ira contra mí va en aumento;
¡como un ejército, me atacas sin cesar!

18 ¿Por qué me dejaste nacer?
Debí morir antes que nadie pudiera verme.
19 Habría pasado del seno de mi madre a la tumba;
sería como si nunca hubiera existido.
20 Ya que mi vida es corta, ¡déjame en paz!
Déjame tener un poco de alegría
21 antes de irme al viaje sin regreso,
al país de la oscuridad y las tinieblas,
22 al país de las sombras y la confusión,
donde la luz misma es igual a las tinieblas.

Job: I Loathe My Life

10 “I loathe my life;
I will give free utterance to my complaint;
    I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I will say to God, Do not condemn me;
    let me know why thou dost contend against me.
Does it seem good to thee to oppress,
    to despise the work of thy hands
    and favor the designs of the wicked?
Hast thou eyes of flesh?
    Dost thou see as man sees?
Are thy days as the days of man,
    or thy years as man’s years,
that thou dost seek out my iniquity
    and search for my sin,
although thou knowest that I am not guilty,
    and there is none to deliver out of thy hand?
Thy hands fashioned and made me;
    and now thou dost turn about and destroy me.[a]
Remember that thou hast made me of clay;[b]
    and wilt thou turn me to dust again?
10 Didst thou not pour me out like milk
    and curdle me like cheese?
11 Thou didst clothe me with skin and flesh,
    and knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 Thou hast granted me life and steadfast love;
    and thy care has preserved my spirit.
13 Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart;
    I know that this was thy purpose.
14 If I sin, thou dost mark me,
    and dost not acquit me of my iniquity.
15 If I am wicked, woe to me!
    If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head,
for I am filled with disgrace
    and look upon my affliction.
16 And if I lift myself up,[c] thou dost hunt me like a lion,
    and again work wonders against me;
17 thou dost renew thy witnesses against me,
    and increase thy vexation toward me;
    thou dost bring fresh hosts against me.[d]

18 “Why didst thou bring me forth from the womb?
    Would that I had died before any eye had seen me,
19 and were as though I had not been,
    carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not the days of my life few?[e]
    Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort[f]
21 before I go whence I shall not return,
    to the land of gloom and deep darkness,
22 the land of gloom[g] and chaos,
    where light is as darkness.”

Footnotes

  1. Job 10:8 Cn Compare Gk Syr: Heb made me together round about and thou dost destroy me
  2. Job 10:9 Gk: Heb like clay
  3. Job 10:16 Syr: Heb he lifts himself up
  4. Job 10:17 Cn Compare Gk: Heb changes and a host are with me
  5. Job 10:20 Cn Compare Gk Syr: Heb Are not my days few? Let him cease
  6. Job 10:20 Heb brighten up
  7. Job 10:22 Heb gloom as darkness, deep darkness

10 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,

That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the 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 hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

13 And these things hast thou hid in thine 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 will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that 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 the shadow of death;

22 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.