The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Job
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Chapter 10
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Oh, I am weary of life; I will speak out, come what may; my soul is too embit-tered for silence.
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I will protest against God’s sentence, demand to know why his judgement is so cruel.
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Is it well done in thee to play the tyrant, to spurn me, the creature of thy own hands, to smile on the ill designs of the godless?
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Are those eyes of thine human after all; is thy sight, too, blinded, like the sight of men?
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Hast thou a mortal’s span of life, a destiny brief as ours,
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that thou must search for faults in me, labour to convict me of wrong done,
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when thou knowest full well that I am innocent, knowest that I am in thy power beyond hope of rescue?
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It was thy hand that made me, no part of me but is thy fashioning; and wilt thou cast me aside all in a moment?
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Thou the craftsman, though of clay thy handiwork, and must all be ground to dust again?
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Milk of thy milking, cheese of thy pressing,
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were flesh and skin that clothed me, bone and sinew that built up my frame;
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the life given by thee, by thee was spared; thy vigilance was all my safety.
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Only in thy heart the memory of this is stored, but I know thou hast not forgotten.
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And was it thy purpose to spare me for a little, if I sinned, but absolve me never?
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Woe to me, if I rebelled against thee! And if I remained innocent, what then? Why, I would be drowned in misery and despair till I could lift up my head no more!
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Or if I did, that were pride in me, to be hunted down as a lioness is hunted; thou wouldst devise fresh miracles of torment;
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wouldst bring fresh witnesses against me, redouble thy avenging strokes, array against me a new host of punishments.
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Why didst thou ever take me from the womb; why could I not perish there, never to meet men’s eyes;
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a being without being, carried from womb to tomb?
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Brief, brief is my span of days; for a little leave me to myself, to find some comfort in my misery.
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Soon I must go to a land whence there is no returning, a land of darkness, death’s shadow over it;
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a land of gloomy night, where death’s shadow lies over all, and no peace haunts it, only everlasting dread.
