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The Book of Job

Douay-Rheims :: World English Bible Catholic

- Kapitel 10 -

Job: I want to ask God for forgiveness

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My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
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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?
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Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
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Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
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That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
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And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
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Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
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Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
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Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
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Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
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Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
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Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
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If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
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And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
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And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
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Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
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Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
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I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
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Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
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Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
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A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

Job: I want to ask God for forgiveness

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My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
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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?
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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.’”