Scrutatio

Domenica, 12 maggio 2024 - Santi Nereo e Achilleo ( Letture di oggi)

Job 10


font
CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAINDOUAI-RHEIMS
1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.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.
2 I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
3 Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?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?
4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
14 If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?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?
15 And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.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.
16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
18 Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,21 Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.