CPDV - Job - 10

10:1  My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

10:2  I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.

10:3  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?

10:4  Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?

10:5  Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,

10:6  so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?

10:7  And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.

10:8  Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?

10:9  Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

10:10  Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?

10:11  You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.

10:12  You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

10:13  Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.

10:14  If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?

10:15  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.

10:16  And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.

10:17  You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.

10:18  Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!

10:19  I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.

10:20  Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,

10:21  before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,

10:22  a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.