translation_id: asv-eng-asv

book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


text: I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.


text: Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?


text: Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?


text: Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,


text: That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,


text: Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?


text: Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.


text: Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?


text: Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?


text: Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.


text: Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.


text: Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:


text: If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.


text: If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.


text: And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.


text: Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.


text: Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.


text: I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.


text: Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,


text: Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;


text: The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.