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Job 10

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10TH CHAPTER

Job Says to God: I Hate My Life

1“I hate my life. 

I will freely express my complaint. 

I will speak as bitterly as I feel. 

2I will say to God, 

‘Don’t condemn me. 

Let me know why you are quarreling with me. 

3What do you gain by mistreating me, 

by rejecting the work of your hands 

while you favor the plans of the wicked? 

4Do you actually have human eyes? 

Do you see as a mortal sees? 

5Are your days like a mortal’s days? 

Are your years like a human’s years? 

6Is that why you look for guilt in me 

and search for sin in me? 

7You know I’m not guilty, 

but there is no one to rescue me from your hands. 

8“ ‘Your hands formed me and made every part of me, 

then you turned to destroy me. 

9Please remember that you made me out of clay 

and that you will return me to the dust again. 

10Didn’t you pour me out like milk 

and curdle me like cheese? 

11Didn’t you dress me in skin and flesh 

and weave me together with bones and tendons? 

12You gave me life and mercy. 

Your watchfulness has preserved my spirit. 

13But in your heart you hid these things. 

I know this is what you did. 

14“ ‘If I sin, you watch me 

and will not free me from my guilt. 

15How terrible it will be for me if I’m guilty! 

Even if I’m righteous, I dare not lift up my head. 

I am filled with disgrace 

while I look on my misery. 

16Like a proud, ferocious lion you hunt me down. 

You keep working your miracles against me. 

17You keep finding new witnesses against me. 

You keep increasing your anger toward me. 

You keep bringing new armies against me. 

18“ ‘Why did you take me out of the womb? 

I wish I had breathed my last breath 

before anyone had laid eyes on me. 

19Then it would be as if I had never existed, 

as if I had been carried from the womb to the tomb. 

20“ ‘Isn’t my life short enough? 

So stop ⸤this⸥, and leave me alone. 

Let me smile a little 

21before I go away 

to a land of darkness and gloom, 

22to a dismal land of long shadows and confusion 

where light is as bright as darkness. 

I’ll never return.’ ” 

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