Job 10

KING JAMES BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.	1 My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against 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.	2 I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.
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?	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?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?	4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,	5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
6 That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?	6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.	7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.	8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?	9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?	10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.	11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.	12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.	13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.	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?
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;	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.
16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.	16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.	17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within 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!	18 Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.	19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,	20 Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;	21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog 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.	22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.