Job 10

1 I am disgusted with my life. ^a

I will express my complaint
and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God:
“Do not declare me ^{▼▼guilt/guilty: The liability to be punished for a fault, a sin, an act, or an omission unless there is forgiveness or atonement; the term normally concerns an objective fact, not a subjective feeling.}guilty!
Let me know why You prosecute me.
3 Is it good for You to oppress,
to reject the work of Your hands,
and favor ^{▼▼Lit shine on} the plans of the wicked?
4 Do You have eyes of flesh,
or do You see as a human sees?
5 Are Your days like those of a human,
or Your years like those of a man, ^d
6 that You look for my wrongdoing ^e
and search for my sin,
7 even though You know that I am not wicked
and that there is no one who can deliver from Your hand?

8 “Your hands shaped me and formed me.
Will You now turn and destroy me?
9 Please remember that You formed me like clay.
Will You now return me to dust? ^f
10 Did You not pour me out like milk
and curdle me like cheese?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh,
and wove me together with bones and tendons.
12 You gave me life and faithful love,
and Your care has guarded my life.

13 “Yet You concealed these thoughts in Your heart;
I know that this was Your hidden plan: ^{▼▼Lit was with You}
14 if I sin, You would notice, ^{▼▼Lit notice me}
and would not acquit me of my wrongdoing. ⁱ
15 If I am wicked, woe to me!
And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head.
I am filled with shame
and aware of my affliction. ^j
16 If I am proud, ^{▼▼Lit If he lifts up} You hunt me like a lion
and again display Your miraculous power against me. ^l
17 You produce new witnesses ^{▼▼Or You bring fresh troops} against me
and multiply Your anger toward me.
Hardships assault me, wave after wave. ^{▼▼Lit Changes and a host are with me}

18 “Why did You bring me out of the womb? ^o
I should have died and never been seen.
19 I wish ^{▼▼Lit As if} I had never existed
but had been carried from the womb to the grave. ^q
20 Are my days not few? Stop it! ^{▼▼Alt Hb tradition reads Will He not leave my few days alone?}
Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little
21 before I go to a land of darkness and gloom, ^s
never to return.
22 It is a land of blackness like the deepest darkness,
gloomy and chaotic,
where even the light is like ^{▼▼Lit chaotic, and shines as} the darkness.”