Job Continue to Explain How Devastated He Feels |
Job 10:1-22 Book of Job [in Smaller Chunks] |
My soul is [tired,] of my life, [to the point that death seems appealing.] I will [explain] my complaint, myself; & I will speak [from] the bitterness of my soul. I will say to God, Don't condemn me. [Declare to] me [what reason,] You [dispute] with me. [Jonah 4:3 Therefore, O Lord, I [beg] You, now take my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.] |
Is it good to You, that You [should:] oppress, & despise [me,] the work of Your hands, & [You,] shine upon the [advice] of the wicked? [Have] You eyes of flesh? Or [do] You [see like] man [sees?] Are Your days, & years [like] a man's days, that You [ask about my] iniquity, & [search] after my sin? |
You [know] that I'm not wicked; & there's none [who] can deliver [me] out of Your hand. Your hands have made, & fashioned me [all] together; yet You [still] destroy me. |
I [beg] You, remember that You have made me [like] the clay; & [will] You bring me into the [dirt] again? [Haven't] You poured me out [like] milk, & curdled me like [cottage] cheese? You [have] fenced me [in] with bones, & [muscles,] & [have] clothed me with flesh, & skin. |
You [have] granted me life & [favor,] & Your [care has] preserved my spirit. And You [have hidden] these things in Your heart. I know that this is [within] You. If I sin, then You [target] me & You [won't] [say] I'm [innocent] from [my sins.] |
If [I'm] wicked, woe to me; & if [I'm] righteous, I [still] won't lift up my head. I am full of confusion. Therefore, You see [my] affliction, [a.k.a. suffering;] for it [increases.] You [hunt] me [like] a fierce lion; & [still] You [continue to] [demonstrate] Yourself, marvelous [to] me. You [renew, a.k.a refresh,] Your witnesses against me; & [increase] Your indignation upon me. |
[These] changes & [discord,] are against me. [For what reason] then [have] You brought me [out] of the womb? Oh, that I had given up the ghost, [a.k.a. died,] & no eye had seen me! I should've been as though I had not [existed.] I should've been carried from the womb to the grave. |
Aren't my days few? Then, cease, & let me alone, [so] that I may take a little comfort, before I go [where] I won't return, even to the land of darkness, & the shadow of death. A land of darkness, [like] darkness itself; & [from] the shadow of death, without any order, & the light is [like] darkness. |