Job 10
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| 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 unto God: Do not condemn me; Make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me. |
| 3 | Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, That Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked? |
| 4 | Hast Thou eyes of flesh? Or seest Thou as man seeth? |
| 5 | Are Thy days as the days of man, Or Thy years as a man’s days, |
| 6 | That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin, . |
| 7 | Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; And there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand? |
| 8 | Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet Thou dost destroy me! |
| 9 | Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as 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 knit me together with bones and sinews. |
| 12 | Thou hast granted me life and favour, And Thy providence hath preserved my spirit. |
| 13 | Yet these things Thou didst hide in Thy 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 shall I not lift up my head— Being filled with ignominy And looking upon mine affliction. |
| 16 | And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; And again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me. |
| 17 | Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And increasest Thine indignation upon me; Host succeeding host against me. |
| 18 | Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, 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 of the shadow of death; |
| 22 | A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; A land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as darkness. |