Job 10

 ¹My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

 ²I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

 ³Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

 ⁴Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

 ⁵Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,

 ⁶That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

 ⁷Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

 ⁸Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

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

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

 ¹¹Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

 ¹²Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

 ¹³And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

 ¹⁴If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

 ¹⁵If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

 ¹⁶For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

 ¹⁷Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

 ¹⁸Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

 ¹⁹I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

 ²⁰Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

 ²¹Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

 ²²A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.