Job 10

¹My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²I will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this way.

³Does it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impious?

⁴Do you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you see?

⁵Are your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humans,

⁶so that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sin?

⁷And you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your hand.

⁸Your hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me away?

⁹Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

¹⁰Have you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheese?

¹¹You have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nerves.

¹²You have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

¹³Though you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everything.

¹⁴If I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquity?

¹⁵And if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and misery.

¹⁶And because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degree.

¹⁷You renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within me.

¹⁸Why did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see me!

¹⁹I should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tomb.

²⁰Will not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a little,

²¹before I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of death,

²²a land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells.