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 to God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore you contend with me.

³ Is it good unto you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

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

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

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

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

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

⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the 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 hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

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

¹³ And these things hast thou hid in thine 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 will I not lift up my head: being full of shame, and looking upon my misery.

¹⁶ And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

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

¹⁸ Wherefore then hast thou brought me out of the womb? oh that 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 the shadow of death;

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