Job 10

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

²I will say to God: Condemn me not: tell me why thou judgest me so.

³Doth it seem good to thee, if thou calumniate me, and oppress me the work of thy hands, and help the counsel of the impious?

⁴Hast thou eyes of flesh: or as a man seeth, shalt thou also see?

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

⁶That thou seekest my iniquity, and searchest my sin?

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

⁸Thy hands have made me, & framed me wholly round-about, & dost thou so suddenly cast me down headlong?

⁹Remember I beseech thee that as clay thou madest me, & into dust thou wilt bring me again.

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

¹¹With skin & flesh thou hast clothed me: with bones and sinews thou hast compacted me.

¹²Life and mercy thou hast given to me, and thy visitation hath kept 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 doest thou not suffer me to be clean from mine iniquity?

¹⁵And if I shall be impious, woe is to me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, filled with affliction and misery.

¹⁶And for pride as a lioness thou wilt take me, and returning thou doest marvelously torment me.

¹⁷Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, & multipliest thy wrath toward me, and pains do war upon me.

¹⁸Why didst thou bring me forth out of the matrice? Who would God, I had been consumed, that eye might not see me.

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

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

²¹Before I go, and return not, unto the dark land, that is covered with the mist of death:

²²Aland of misery and darkness, where is the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror inhabiteth.