Job 10

NEW JERUSALEM	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Since I have lost al taste for life, I shal give free rein to my complaining; I shal let my embittered soulspeak out.	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 shal say to God, 'Do not condemn me, tel me what your case is against 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 right for you to attack me, in contempt for what you yourself have made, thus abetting theschemes 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 Are your eyes mere human eyes, do you see as human beings see?	4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
5 Are you mortal like human beings? do your years pass as human days pass?	5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
6 You, who enquire into my faults and investigate my sins,	6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
7 you know very wel that I am innocent, and that no one can rescue me from your grasp.	7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
8 Your hands having shaped and created me, now you change your mind and mean to destroy me!	8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9 Having made me, remember, as though of clay, now you mean to turn me back into dust!	9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.
10 Did you not pour me out like milk, and then let me thicken like curds,	10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 clothe me with skin and flesh, and weave me of bone and sinew?	11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12 In your love you gave me life, and in your care watched over my every breath.	12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Yet, al the while, you had a secret plan: I know that you were biding your time	13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
14 to see if I should sin and then not acquit me of my faults.	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 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!	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 Proud as a lion, you hunt me down, multiplying your exploits at my expense,	16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
17 attacking me again and again, your fury against me ever increasing, your troops assailing me, waveafter wave.	17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
18 Why did you bring me out of the womb? I should have perished then, unseen by any eye,	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 a being that had never been, to be carried from womb to grave.	19 I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.
20 The days of my life are few enough: turn your eyes away, leave me a little joy,	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 to the place of no return, to the land of darkness and shadow dark as death,	21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
22 where dimness and disorder hold sway, and light itself is like dead of night.	22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.