Job - douay rheims

Chapter 10

¹ My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
³ Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?
⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
⁵ Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
⁶ That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
⁷ And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
⁸ Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
¹⁰ Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
¹¹ Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
¹² Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
¹³ Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
¹⁴ If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
¹⁵ And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
¹⁶ And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
¹⁸ Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
¹⁹ I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
²⁰ Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
²¹ Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
²² A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

Job - webster

Chapter 10

¹ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
³ Is it good to thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
⁵ Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
⁶ That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
⁷ Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.
⁸ Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
¹⁰ Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
¹¹ Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
¹² Thou hast granted me life and favor, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
¹³ And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.
¹⁴ If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
¹⁵ If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
¹⁶ For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself wonderful upon me.
¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
¹⁸ Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had expired, and no eye had seen me!
¹⁹ I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
²¹ Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shades of death;
²² A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shades of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

Job - world english bible

Chapter 10

¹ soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
³ it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
⁴ you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
⁵ your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man's years,
⁶ you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
⁷ you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
⁸ hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
⁹ I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
¹⁰ you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
¹¹ have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
¹² have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
¹³ you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
¹⁴ I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
¹⁵ I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
¹⁶ my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
¹⁷ renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
¹⁸ then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
¹⁹ should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
²⁰ my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
²¹ I go where I shall not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
²² land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.'"

Job - darby

Chapter 10

¹ My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² I will say unto +God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
³ Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
⁵ Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
⁶ That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;
⁷ Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?
⁸ Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!
⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.
¹⁰ Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
¹¹ Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews;
¹² Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;
¹³ And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.
¹⁴ If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.
¹⁵ If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being [so] full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; --
¹⁶ And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.
¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions [of evil] and a time of toil are with me.
¹⁸ And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.
¹⁹ I should be as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
²¹ Before I go, and never to return, -- to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
²² A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.

Job - american standard version

Chapter 10

¹ My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
³ Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?
⁵ Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
⁶ That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
⁷ Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
⁸ Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
¹⁰ Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
¹¹ Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
¹² Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
¹³ Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:
¹⁴ If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
¹⁵ If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
¹⁶ And if [my head] exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
¹⁸ Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
¹⁹ I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
²¹ Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
²² The land dark as midnight, [The land] of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.

Job - basic english

Chapter 10

¹ My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
² I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
³ What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
⁴ Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
⁵ Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
⁶ That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
⁷ Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
⁸ Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
⁹ O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
¹⁰ Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
¹¹ By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.
¹² You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.
¹³ But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:
¹⁴ That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:
¹⁵ That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.
¹⁶ And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:
¹⁷ That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.
¹⁸ Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,
¹⁹ And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.
²⁰ Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
²¹ Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,
²² A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.