Jb 10 (King James)

   ¹ My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. ² I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me. ³ Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? ⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth? ⁵ Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days, ⁶ That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin? ⁷ Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
   ⁸ Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. ⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? ¹⁰ Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? ¹¹ Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. ¹² Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. ¹³ And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.
   ¹⁴ If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity. ¹⁵ If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; ¹⁶ For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me. ¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me. ¹⁸ Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me! ¹⁹ I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave. ²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, ²¹ Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; ²² A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

Jb 10 (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.]