Job Chapter 10

Job laments his afflictions and begs to be delivered.

English (Douay-Rheims)

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.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so?
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?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
6 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand?
8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust.
10 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
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?
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.
16 And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning, thou tormentest me wonderfully.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? O that I had been consumed, that eye might not see me!
19 I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
21 Before I go and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
22 A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

Old Testament first published 1609 by the English College at Douay
New Testament first published 1582 by the English College at Rheims
Revised and Annotated 1749 by Bishop Richard Challoner
Imprimatur. +James Cardinal Gibbons, Archbishop of Baltimore, September 1, 1899

Latin (Clementine Vulgate)

1 Tædet animam meam vitæ meæ;
dimittam adversum me eloquium meum:
loquar in amaritudine animæ meæ.
2 Dicam Deo: Noli me condemnare;
indica mihi cur me ita judices.
3 Numquid bonum tibi videtur, si calumnieris me,
et opprimas me opus manuum tuarum,
et consilium impiorum adjuves?
4 Numquid oculi carnei tibi sunt?
aut sicut videt homo, et tu videbis?
5 Numquid sicut dies hominis dies tui,
et anni tui sicut humana sunt tempora,
6 ut quæras iniquitatem meam,
et peccatum meum scruteris,
7 et scias quia nihil impium fecerim,
cum sit nemo qui de manu tua possit eruere?
8 Manus tuæ fecerunt me,
et plasmaverunt me totum in circuitu:
et sic repente præcipitas me?
9 Memento, quæso, quod sicut lutum feceris me,
et in pulverem reduces me.
10 Nonne sicut lac mulsisti me,
et sicut caseum me coagulasti?
11 Pelle et carnibus vestisti me;
ossibus et nervis compegisti me.
12 Vitam et misericordiam tribuisti mihi,
et visitatio tua custodivit spiritum meum.
13 Licet hæc celes in corde tuo,
tamen scio quia universorum memineris.
14 Si peccavi, et ad horam pepercisti mihi,
cur ab iniquitate mea mundum me esse non pateris?
15 Et si impius fuero, væ mihi est;
et si justus, non levabo caput,
saturatus afflictione et miseria.
16 Et propter superbiam quasi leænam capies me,
reversusque mirabiliter me crucias.
17 Instauras testes tuos contra me,
et multiplicas iram tuam adversum me,
et pœnæ militant in me.
18 Quare de vulva eduxisti me?
qui utinam consumptus essem, ne oculus me videret.
19 Fuissem quasi non essem,
de utero translatus ad tumulum.
20 Numquid non paucitas dierum meorum finietur brevi?
dimitte ergo me, ut plangam paululum dolorem meum,
21 antequam vadam, et non revertar,
ad terram tenebrosam, et opertam mortis caligine:
22 terram miseriæ et tenebrarum,
ubi umbra mortis et nullus ordo,
sed sempiternus horror inhabitat.

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