Job Chapter 10
Honestly, my vibes are seriously low; I'm holding it all in, just sharing the realness about my soul's bitterness.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. {weary...: or, cut off while I live}
So I’m like, “God, don’t throw shade at me; just spill the tea on what’s going on between us.”
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
Is it cool for you to flex on me, disrespect the work you crafted, and chill with the wicked?
{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? {work: Heb. labour}
You got eyes like ours? Or do you see the world in a different way?
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
Are your days anything like ours? Do your years even match up with ours?
{Are} thy days as the days of man? {are} thy years as man's days,
Why you gotta be all up in my mess and hunting for my wrongs?
That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
You know I’m not sus; no one can rescue me from your hold.
Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and {there is} none that can deliver out of thine hand. {Thou...: Heb. It is upon thy knowledge}
Your hands fashioned me, molded me completely; yet you’re out here tearing me apart.
Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. {have...: Heb. took pains about me}
Just remember, I’m clay in your hands; are you really gonna turn me back into dust?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Did you not spill me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
You wrapped me up in skin and flesh, and constructed me with bones and sinews.
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. {fenced: Heb. hedged}
You gifted me life and blessings, and your presence keeps my spirit alive.
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
And you've tucked these thoughts in your heart: I know you're feeling this vibe.
And these {things} hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this {is} with thee.
If I slip up, you’re gonna call me out, and you won't let my sins slide.
If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
If I’m wicked, that’s tough; if I’m righteous, still can’t hold my head high. I’m all kinds of confused; check out my struggle.
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;
It just keeps stacking up. You’re hunting me like a wild lion, flexing your power against me.
For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
You keep bringing evidence against me, and your anger’s rising; it’s like chaos and war are surrounding me.
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war {are} against me. {witnesses: that is, plagues}
Why’d you even pull me out of the womb? Sometimes I wish I’d just ghosted, and no one saw me!
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!
I’d vibe like I never existed; just moved from the womb to the grave.
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Aren’t my days super short? Chill for a second, let me breathe so I can catch a break.
{Are} not my days few? cease {then, and} let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Before I peace out to the place where I can’t return, the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
Before I go {whence} I shall not return, {even} to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
A land of total darkness, like complete darkness; death’s shadow with no order, where light is just darkness.
A land of darkness, as darkness {itself; and} of the shadow of death, without any order, and {where} the light {is} as darkness.