Job 10

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

Tædet animam meam vitæ meæ; dimittam adversum me eloquium meum : loquar in amaritudine animæ meæ.

κάμνων τῇ ψυχῇ μου στένων ἐπαφήσω ἐπ' αὐτὸν τὰ ῥήματά μου λαλήσω πικρίᾳ ψυχῆς μου συνεχόμενος

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

Dicam Deo : Noli me condemnare; indica mihi cur me ita judices.

καὶ ἐρῶ πρὸς κύριον μή με ἀσεβεῖν δίδασκε καὶ διὰ τί με οὕτως ἔκρινας

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?

Numquid bonum tibi videtur, si calumnieris me, et opprimas me opus manuum tuarum, et consilium impiorum adjuves?

ἦ καλόν σοι ἐὰν ἀδικήσω ὅτι ἀπείπω ἔργα χειρῶν σου βουλῇ δὲ ἀσεβῶν προσέσχες

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

Numquid oculi carnei tibi sunt? aut sicut videt homo, et tu videbis?

ἦ ὥσπερ βροτὸς ὁρᾷ καθορᾷς ἢ καθὼς ὁρᾷ ἄνθρωπος βλέψῃ

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

Numquid sicut dies hominis dies tui, et anni tui sicut humana sunt tempora,

ἦ ὁ βίος σου ἀνθρώπινός ἐστιν ἢ τὰ ἔτη σου ἀνδρός

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

ut quæras iniquitatem meam, et peccatum meum scruteris,

ὅτι ἀνεζήτησας τὴν ἀνομίαν μου καὶ τὰς ἁμαρτίας μου ἐξιχνίασας

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

et scias quia nihil impium fecerim, cum sit nemo qui de manu tua possit eruere?

οἶδας γὰρ ὅτι οὐκ ἠσέβησα ἀλλὰ τίς ἐστιν ὁ ἐκ τῶν χειρῶν σου ἐξαιρούμενος

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

Manus tuæ fecerunt me, et plasmaverunt me totum in circuitu : et sic repente præcipitas me?

αἱ χεῖρές σου ἔπλασάν με καὶ ἐποίησάν με μετὰ ταῦτα μεταβαλών με ἔπαισας

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

Memento, quæso, quod sicut lutum feceris me, et in pulverem reduces me.

μνήσθητι ὅτι πηλόν με ἔπλασας εἰς δὲ γῆν με πάλιν ἀποστρέφεις

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

Nonne sicut lac mulsisti me, et sicut caseum me coagulasti?

ἦ οὐχ ὥσπερ γάλα με ἤμελξας ἐτύρωσας δέ με ἴσα τυρῷ

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

Pelle et carnibus vestisti me; ossibus et nervis compegisti me.

δέρμα καὶ κρέας με ἐνέδυσας ὀστέοις δὲ καὶ νεύροις με ἐνεῖρας

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

Vitam et misericordiam tribuisti mihi, et visitatio tua custodivit spiritum meum.

ζωὴν δὲ καὶ ἔλεος ἔθου παρ' ἐμοί ἡ δὲ ἐπισκοπή σου ἐφύλαξέν μου τὸ πνεῦμα

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

Licet hæc celes in corde tuo, tamen scio quia universorum memineris.

ταῦτα ἔχων ἐν σεαυτῷ οἶδα ὅτι πάντα δύνασαι ἀδυνατεῖ δέ σοι οὐθέν

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

Si peccavi, et ad horam pepercisti mihi, cur ab iniquitate mea mundum me esse non pateris?

ἐάν τε γὰρ ἁμάρτω φυλάσσεις με ἀπὸ δὲ ἀνομίας οὐκ ἀθῷόν με πεποίηκας

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

Et si impius fuero, væ mihi est; et si justus, non levabo caput, saturatus afflictione et miseria.

ἐάν τε γὰρ ἀσεβὴς ὦ οἴμμοι ἐάν τε ὦ δίκαιος οὐ δύναμαι ἀνακύψαι πλήρης γὰρ ἀτιμίας εἰμί

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

Et propter superbiam quasi leænam capies me, reversusque mirabiliter me crucias.

ἀγρεύομαι γὰρ ὥσπερ λέων εἰς σφαγήν πάλιν δὲ μεταβαλὼν δεινῶς με ὀλέκεις

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

Instauras testes tuos contra me, et multiplicas iram tuam adversum me, et pœnæ militant in me.

ἐπανακαινίζων ἐπ' ἐμὲ τὴν ἔτασίν μου ὀργῇ δὲ μεγάλῃ μοι ἐχρήσω ἐπήγαγες δὲ ἐπ' ἐμὲ πειρατήρια

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

Quare de vulva eduxisti me? qui utinam consumptus essem, ne oculus me videret.

ἵνα τί οὖν ἐκ κοιλίας με ἐξήγαγες καὶ οὐκ ἀπέθανον ὀφθαλμὸς δέ με οὐκ εἶδεν

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

Fuissem quasi non essem, de utero translatus ad tumulum.

καὶ ὥσπερ οὐκ ὢν ἐγενόμην διὰ τί γὰρ ἐκ γαστρὸς εἰς μνῆμα οὐκ ἀπηλλάγην

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

Numquid non paucitas dierum meorum finietur brevi? dimitte ergo me, ut plangam paululum dolorem meum,

ἦ οὐκ ὀλίγος ἐστὶν ὁ χρόνος τοῦ βίου μου ἔασόν με ἀναπαύσασθαι μικρὸν

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

antequam vadam, et non revertar, ad terram tenebrosam, et opertam mortis caligine :

πρὸ τοῦ με πορευθῆναι ὅθεν οὐκ ἀναστρέψω εἰς γῆν σκοτεινὴν καὶ γνοφεράν

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

terram miseriæ et tenebrarum, ubi umbra mortis et nullus ordo, sed sempiternus horror inhabitat.

εἰς γῆν σκότους αἰωνίου οὗ οὐκ ἔστιν φέγγος οὐδὲ ὁρᾶν ζωὴν βροτῶν