Job 10

10 ¹My soul is weary of my life;

I will give free course to my complaint;

I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;

Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.

³Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,

That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands,

And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

⁴Hast thou eyes of flesh?

Or seest thou as man seeth?

⁵Are thy days as the days of man,

Or thy years as man's days,

⁶That thou inquirest after mine iniquity,

And searchest after my sin,

⁷Although thou knowest that I am not wicked,

And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?

⁸Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me

Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

⁹Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay;

And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

¹⁰Hast thou not poured me out as milk,

And curdled me like cheese?

¹¹Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh,

And knit me together with bones and sinews.

¹²Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness;

And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

¹³Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart;

I know that this is with thee:

¹⁴If I sin, then thou markest me,

And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

¹⁵If I be wicked, woe unto me;

And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head;

Being filled with ignominy,

And looking upon mine affliction.

¹⁶And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion;

And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.

¹⁷Thou renewest thy witnesses against me,

And increasest thine indignation upon me:

Changes and warfare are with me.

¹⁸Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?

I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.

¹⁹I should have been as though I had not been;

I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

²⁰Are not my days few? cease then,

And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

²¹Before I go whence I shall not return,

Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

²²The land dark as midnight,

The land of the shadow of death, without any order,

And where the light is as midnight.