Job 10
v1
“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
v2
I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
v3
Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
v4
Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?
v5
Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man’s years,
v6
that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
v7
Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
v8
“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
v9
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
v10
Haven’t you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
v11
You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
v12
You have granted me life and loving kindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
v13
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
v14
if I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
v15
If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.
v16
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
v17
You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
v18
“‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
v19
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
v20
Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
v21
before I go where I will not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
v22
the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as midnight.‘”