Job 10, side by side

Two versions of the same chapter. Each row is one verse, so you can see how the wording changes.

Modern

1“I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Classic

1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Modern

2I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.

Classic

2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

Modern

3Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?

Classic

3Is 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?

Modern

4Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?

Classic

4Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

Modern

5Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,

Classic

5Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,

Modern

6that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—

Classic

6That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

Modern

7though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?

Classic

7Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

Modern

8Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?

Classic

8Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

Modern

9Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?

Classic

9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Modern

10Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?

Classic

10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

Modern

11You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

Classic

11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

Modern

12You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.

Classic

12Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

Modern

13Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:

Classic

13And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

Modern

14If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.

Classic

14If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

Modern

15If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction.

Classic

15If 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;

Modern

16Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.

Classic

16For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

Modern

17You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave.

Classic

17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

Modern

18Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!

Classic

18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

Modern

19If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave.

Classic

19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Modern

20Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,

Classic

20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Modern

21before I go—never to return— to a land of darkness and gloom,

Classic

21Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

Modern

22to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.”

Classic

22A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

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