Job 10

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW JERUSALEM
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 Since I have lost al taste for life, I shal give free rein to my complaining; I shal let my embittered soulspeak out.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.	2 I shal say to God, 'Do not condemn me, tel me what your case is against 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 right for you to attack me, in contempt for what you yourself have made, thus abetting theschemes of the wicked?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?	4 Are your eyes mere human eyes, do you see as human beings see?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:	5 Are you mortal like human beings? do your years pass as human days pass?
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?	6 You, who enquire into my faults and investigate 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 you know very wel that I am innocent, and that no one can rescue me from your grasp.
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 having shaped and created me, now you change your mind and mean to destroy me!
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.	9 Having made me, remember, as though of clay, now you mean to turn me back into dust!
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?	10 Did you not pour me out like milk, and then let me thicken like curds,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:	11 clothe me with skin and flesh, and weave me of bone and sinew?
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.	12 In your love you gave me life, and in your care watched over my every breath.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.	13 Yet, al the while, you had a secret plan: I know that you were biding your time
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 to see if I should sin and then not acquit me of my faults.
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 Woe to me, if I am guilty; even if I am upright, I dare not lift my head, so overwhelmed with shameand drunk with pain am I!
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.	16 Proud as a lion, you hunt me down, multiplying your exploits at my expense,
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.	17 attacking me again and again, your fury against me ever increasing, your troops assailing me, waveafter wave.
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 did you bring me out of the womb? I should have perished then, unseen by any eye,
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.	19 a being that had never been, to be carried from womb to grave.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:	20 The days of my life are few enough: turn your eyes away, leave me a little joy,
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 to the place of no return, to the land of darkness and shadow dark as death,
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.	22 where dimness and disorder hold sway, and light itself is like dead of night.