Job

10 My soul doth loathe my life,—I let loose my complaint, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I say unto God, Do not hold me guilty, Let me know on what account thou contendest with me!

3 Is it seemly in thee that thou shouldst oppress? That thou shouldst despise the labour of thine own hand, When upon the counsel of the lawless thou hast shone?

4 Eyes of flesh hast thou? Or as a mortal seeth seest thou?

5 As the days of a mortal are thy days? Or thy years as the days of a man?

6 That thou shouldst seek for mine iniquity, And for my sin shouldst make search:

7 Though it is within thine own knowledge that I would not be lawless, And none out of thy hand can deliver?

8 Thine own hands shaped me and made me, All in unison round about, and yet thou hast confounded me.

9 Remember, I pray thee, that as clay thou didst make me, And unto dust thou wilt cause me to return.

10 Didst thou not like milk pour me forth? And as cheese curdle me?

11 With skin and flesh clothe me? And with bones and sinews interweave me?

12 Life and lovingkindness thou didst bestow upon me,—And thy watchful care preserved my breath.

13 Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart, I know that this hath been with thee!

14 If I have sinned then couldst thou watch me, And from mine iniquity thou wouldst not acquit me:

15 If I have been lawless alas for me! Or if I am righteous I will not lift up my head, Surfeited with shame look thou then on my humiliation.

16 When it is lifted up like a howling lion thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me And dost increase thy vexation with me, Relays—yea an army is with me.

18 Wherefore then from the womb didst thou bring me forth? I might have breathed my last and no eye have seen me.

19 As though I had not been should I have become,—From the womb to the grave might I have been borne.

20 Are not my days few?—then forbear, And set me aside that I may brighten up for a little;

21 Before I go and not return, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade:

22 A land of obscurity like thick darkness Of death-shade and disorder And which shineth like thick darkness.