Job 10

¹ "I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

² I will say to God, Do not condemn me; let me know why thou dost contend against me.

³ Does it seem good to thee to oppress, to despise the work of thy hands and favor the designs of the wicked?

⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh? Dost thou see as man sees?

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

⁶ that thou dost seek out my iniquity and search for my sin,

⁷ although thou knowest that I am not guilty, and there is none to deliver out of thy hand?

⁸ Thy hands fashioned and made me; and now thou dost turn about and destroy me.

⁹ Remember that thou hast made me of clay; and wilt thou turn me to dust again?

¹⁰ Didst thou not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?

¹¹ Thou didst clothe me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

¹² Thou hast granted me life and steadfast love; and thy care has preserved my spirit.

¹³ Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this was thy purpose.

¹⁴ If I sin, thou dost mark me, and dost not acquit me of my iniquity.

¹⁵ If I am wicked, woe to me! If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head, for I am filled with disgrace and look upon my affliction.

¹⁶ And if I lift myself up, thou dost hunt me like a lion, and again work wonders against me;

¹⁷ thou dost renew thy witnesses against me, and increase thy vexation toward me; thou dost bring fresh hosts against me.

¹⁸ "Why didst thou bring me forth from the womb? Would that I had died before any eye had seen me,

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

²⁰ Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort

²¹ before I go whence I shall not return, to the land of gloom and deep darkness,

²² the land of gloom and chaos, where light is as darkness."