The Book of Job. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| [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 1 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 mans 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? |
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| [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 2 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 3 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 4 and warfare are with me. |
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| [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 5 then, And let me alone, that I may take 6 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, 7 The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight. 8 |
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