en_wbms - Job 10 - Ozzuu Bible

¹ It annoyeth my soul of my life; I shall leave my speech against me, I shall speak in the bitterness of my soul.

² I shall say to God, Do not thou condemn me; show thou to me, why thou deemest me so.

³ Whether it seemeth good to thee, if thou challengest me as false, and oppressest me, the work of thine hands; and if thou helpest the counsel of wicked men?

⁴ Whether fleshly eyes be to thee, either, as a man seeth, also thou shalt see?

⁵ Whether thy days be as the days of a man, and be thy years as man’s times;

⁶ that thou inquire about my wicked-ness, and ensearch my sin?

⁷ And thou, Lord, know, that I have done no wicked thing; since there is no man, that may deliver from thine hand?

⁸ Thine hands have made me, and have formed me all in compass; and thou hast cast me down suddenly.

⁹ Lord, I pray thee, have thou mind, that thou madest me as clay, and shalt bring me again into dust.

¹⁰ Whether thou hast not milked me as milk, and hast crudded or curdled me together as cheese?

¹¹ Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh; and thou hast joined me together with bones and sinews.

¹² Thou hast given life and mercy to me, and thy visiting hath kept my spirit.

¹³ And though thou coverest these things in thine heart, nevertheless I know, that thou hast mind of all these things.

¹⁴ And if when I did sin, thou spared-est me at an hour; why sufferest thou not me to be clean of my wickedness?

¹⁵ And if I was wicked, woe is to me; and if I was just [or rightwise], I shall not raise up mine head, that am full-filled with torment, and wretched-ness.

¹⁶ And if I raise up mine head for pride, thou shalt take me as a lioness; and thou turnest again, and tormentest me wonderfully.

¹⁷ Thou gatherest in store thy witnesses against me, and thou multipliest thine ire [or thy wrath], that is, vengeance, against me; and pains hold knighthood [or fight] in me.

¹⁸ Lord, why hast thou led me out of the womb? Why not had I erst been wasted, that an eye had not seen me.

¹⁹ That I had been, as if I were not, and were translated, either borne over, from the womb to the sepulchre.

²⁰ Whether not the fewness of my days shall be ended in short time? Therefore suffer thou me, that I bewail a little my sorrow,

²¹ before that I go, and turn not again, to the dark land, and covered with the darkness of death,

²² to the land of wretchedness, and of darknesses; where is shadow of death, and none order, but everlasting hideousness dwelleth.