God's New Bible

The Book of Job

Literal Standard Version :: World English Bible Catholic

- Chapter 10 -

Job: I want to ask God for forgiveness

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My soul has been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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I say to God, Do not condemn me, || Let me know why You strive [with] me.
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Is it good for You that You oppress? That You despise the labor of Your hands, || And shine on the counsel of the wicked?
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Do you have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
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[Are] Your days as the days of man? Your years as the days of a man?
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That You inquire for my iniquity, || And seek for my sin?
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For You know that I am not wicked, || And there is no deliverer from Your hand.
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Your hands have taken pains about me, || And they make me together all around, || And You swallow me up!
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Please remember || That You have made me as clay, || And You bring me back to dust.
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Do You not pour me out as milk? And curdle me as cheese?
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Skin and flesh You put on me, || And fence me with bones and sinews.
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Life and kindness You have done with me. And Your inspection has preserved my spirit.
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And these You have laid up in Your heart, I have known that this [is] with You.
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If I sinned, then You have observed me, || And do not acquit me from my iniquity,
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If I have done wickedly—woe to me, || And righteously—I do not lift up my head, || Full of shamethen see my affliction,
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And it rises—as a lion You hunt me. And You turn backYou show Yourself wonderful in me.
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You renew Your witnesses against me, and multiply Your anger with me, || Changes and warfare [are] with me.
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And why from the womb || Have You brought me forth? I expire, and the eye does not see me.
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I am as [if] I had not been, || I am brought from the belly to the grave,
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Are my days not few? Cease then, and put from me, || And I brighten up a little,
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Before I go, and do not return, || To a land of darkness and death-shade,
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A land of obscurity as thick darkness, || Death-shade—and no order, || And the shining [is] as thick darkness.”

Job: I want to ask God for forgiveness

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 tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
3
Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
4
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
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Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
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that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
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Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
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“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
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Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
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Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
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You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
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You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
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Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
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if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
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If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
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If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
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You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
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“‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
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I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
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the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.’”