Job 10

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 I loathe my life. I will give myself up to complaint; I will speak from 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 to God: Do not put me in the wrong! Let me know why you oppose 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 a pleasure for you to oppress, to spurn the work of your hands, and smile on the plan 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 Have you eyes of flesh? Do you see as man sees?	4 Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?
5 Are your days as the days of a mortal, and are your years as a man's lifetime,	5 Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,
6 That you seek for guilt in me and search after my sins,	6 so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?
7 Even though you know that I am not wicked, and that none can deliver me out of your hand?	7 And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.
8 Your hands have formed me and fashioned me; will you then turn and destroy me?	8 Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?
9 Oh, remember that you fashioned me from clay! Will you then bring me down to dust again?	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 as milk, and thicken me like cheese?	10 Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 With skin and flesh you clothed me, with bones and sinews knit me together.	11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.
12 Grace and favor you granted me, and your providence has preserved my spirit.	12 You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.
13 Yet these things you have hidden in your heart; I know that they are your purpose:	13 Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.
14 If I should sin, you would keep a watch against me, and from my guilt you would not absolve me.	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 should be wicked, alas for me! if righteous, I dare not hold up my head, filled with ignominy and sodden with 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 Should it lift up, you hunt me like a lion: repeatedly you show your wondrous power against me,	16 And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.
17 You renew your attack upon me and multiply your harassment of me; in waves your troops come against me.	17 You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.
18 Why then did you bring me forth from the womb? I should have died and no eye have 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 be as though I had never lived; I should have been taken 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 the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may recover 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, to the land of darkness and of gloom,	21 before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,
22 The black, disordered land where darkness is the only light.	22 a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.