Job 10
1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will
speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with
me.
3 Is 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?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,
6 That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver
out of thy hand?
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost
destroy me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou
bring me into dust again?
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and
sinews.
12 Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath
preserved my spirit.
13 Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine
iniquity.
15 If 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.
16 And if [my head] exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou
showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon
me: Changes and warfare are with me.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the
ghost, and no eye had seen me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from
the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a
little,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of
the shadow of death;
22 The land dark as midnight, [The land] of the shadow of death, without any
order, And where the light is as midnight.