Job 10  New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition

10 ‘I loathe my life;
    I will give free utterance to my complaint;
    I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² I will say to God, Do not condemn me;
    let me know why you contend against me.
³ Does it seem good to you to oppress,
    to despise the work of your hands
    and favour the schemes of the wicked?
⁴ Do you have eyes of flesh?
    Do you see as humans see?
⁵ Are your days like the days of mortals,
    or your years like human years,
⁶ that you seek out my iniquity
    and search for my sin,
⁷ although you know that I am not guilty,
    and there is no one to deliver out of your hand?
⁸ Your hands fashioned and made me;
    and now you turn and destroy me.^[a]
9 Remember that you fashioned me like clay;
    and will you turn me to dust again?
¹⁰ Did you not pour me out like milk
    and curdle me like cheese?
¹¹ You clothed me with skin and flesh,
    and knit me together with bones and sinews.
¹² You have granted me life and steadfast love,
    and your care has preserved my spirit.
¹³ Yet these things you hid in your heart;
    I know that this was your purpose.
¹⁴ If I sin, you watch me,
    and do not acquit me of my iniquity.
¹⁵ If I am wicked, woe to me!
    If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head,
for I am filled with disgrace
    and look upon my affliction.
¹⁶ Bold as a lion you hunt me;
    you repeat your exploits against me.
¹⁷ You renew your witnesses against me,
    and increase your vexation towards me;
    you bring fresh troops against me.^[b]