1750 Challoner Revision of the Douay-Rheims (DR)

Job 10

1 Job, taking liberty of complaint, expostulateth with God about his afflictions. 18 He complaineth of life, and craveth a little ease before death.

 10:1 ¶ My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

 10:2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so?

 10:3 Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?

 10:4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?

 10:5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:

 10:6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?

 10:7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand?

 10:8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?

 10:9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust

 10:10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

 10:11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:

 10:12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

 10:13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.

 10:14 If I have sinned, and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?

 10:15 And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.

 10:16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning, thou tormentest me wonderfully.

 10:17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.

 10:18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed, that eye might not see me!

 10:19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.

 10:20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:

 10:21 Before I go and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:

 10:22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.