Job 10

1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.

3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?

4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?

5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,

6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—

7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?

8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?

9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?

10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?

11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.

13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:

14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.

15 If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction.

16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.

17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.

18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!

19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.

20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

21 before I go—never to return—to a land of darkness and gloom,

22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”

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

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

3 [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?

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

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

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

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

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

9 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.

1 My soul perverteth my life: I will let my lamentation go with me, and speak of the affliction of my soul.

1 Then Zophar of Naema answered and said:

2 And say to God, Do not condemn me; let me know why you dispute with me.

3 Dost thou delight thyself to do violence, and to cast me off whom thine hands have made, and to make the wicked to glory?

4 Hast thou then eyes of flesh, or seest thou as a man seeth?

5 Or is thy time as the time of a man, or thy years as the years of a man,

6 That thou inquireest after my iniquity, and seekest my sin?

7 If thou knowest how I am not ungodly; if there be none to deliver out of thine hand.

8 Thy hands have wrought me, and made all that I am round about; and even sunk me!

9 Remember that thou hast made me of glue, and wilt make me again of the earth.

10 Hast thou not milked me like milk, and curdled me like cheese? 11; Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, with legs and veins hast thou joined me together.

12 Life and mercy hast thou done unto me; and thy reverence keepeth my breath.

13 And though thou hide these things in thine heart, yet I know that thou rememberest them.

14 If I sin, thou knowest it quickly, and wilt not suffer my iniquity to go unpunished.

15 If I be wicked, woe is me: if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head, as I am full of shame, and see my affliction.

16 And like a roaring lion thou huntest me, and dealest abominably with me again.

17 Thou hast renewed thy witnesses against me, and hast made much of thine anger against me: one by one thou hast afflicted me with heaps.

18 Why hast thou brought me forth from my mother's womb? Oh that I had perished, and that no eye had seen me!

19 Thus would I, when they were never, be brought from the womb to the grave.

20 Will not then my short life come to an end, and let me be refreshed a little?

21 Before I go, and come not again, even into the land of darkness and gloom,

22 Into the land that is as thick as darkness, and there is no order, because it seemeth as darkness? Chapter 11. Job is accused of hypocrisy by Zophar.