Job 10

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.	1 I loathe my life. I will give myself up to complaint; I will speak from the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.	2 I will say to God: Do not put me in the wrong! Let me know why you oppose me.
3 Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?	3 Is it a pleasure for you to oppress, to spurn the work of your hands, and smile on the plan of the wicked?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?	4 Have you eyes of flesh? Do you see as man sees?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:	5 Are your days as the days of a mortal, and are your years as a man's lifetime,
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?	6 That you seek for guilt in me and search after my sins,
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.	7 Even though you know that I am not wicked, and that none can deliver me out of your hand?
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?	8 Your hands have formed me and fashioned me; will you then turn and destroy me?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.	9 Oh, remember that you fashioned me from clay! Will you then bring me down to dust again?
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?	10 Did you not pour me out as milk, and thicken me like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:	11 With skin and flesh you clothed me, with bones and sinews knit me together.
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.	12 Grace and favor you granted me, and your providence has preserved my spirit.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.	13 Yet these things you have hidden in your heart; I know that they are your purpose:
14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?	14 If I should sin, you would keep a watch against me, and from my guilt you would not absolve me.
15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.	15 If I should be wicked, alas for me! if righteous, I dare not hold up my head, filled with ignominy and sodden with affliction!
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.	16 Should it lift up, you hunt me like a lion: repeatedly you show your wondrous power against me,
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.	17 You renew your attack upon me and multiply your harassment of me; in waves your troops come against me.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!	18 Why then did you bring me forth from the womb? I should have died and no eye have seen me.
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.	19 I should be as though I had never lived; I should have been taken from the womb to the grave.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:	20 Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may recover a little
21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:	21 Before I go whence I shall not return, to the land of darkness and of gloom,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.	22 The black, disordered land where darkness is the only light.