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