Job 10

¹My soul is weary of my life: I will let go my speech against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²I will say to God: Do not condemn me. Tell me why thou judgest me so.

³Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?

⁴Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or, shalt thou see as man seeth?

⁵Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:

⁶That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin?

⁷And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.

⁸Thy hands have made me and fashioned me wholly round about. And dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?

⁹Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

¹⁰Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

¹¹Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh. Thou hast put me together with bones and sinews.

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

¹³Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.

¹⁴If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?

¹⁵And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.

¹⁶And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.

¹⁷Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me; and pains war against me.

¹⁸Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!

¹⁹I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.

²⁰Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little,

²¹Before I go, and return no more: to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:

²²A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.