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 Elohim, Do not condemn me; shew me therefore you contendest with me. 3good unto you that you shouldest oppress, that you shouldest despise the work of your hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? 4Hast you eyes of flesh? or seest you as man seeth? 5your days as the days of man? your years as man's days, 6That you enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin? 7you knowest that I am not wicked; and none that can deliver out of your hand. 8your hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet you dost destroy me. 9Remember, I beseech you, that you hast made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again? 10Hast you not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? 11you hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. 12you hast granted me life and favour, and your visitation has preserved my spirit. 13And these hast you hid in your heart: I know that this with you. 14If I sin, then you markest me, and you will not acquit me from mine iniquity. 15If I be wicked, woe unto me; and I be righteous, will I not lift up my head. full of confusion; therefore see you mine affliction; 16For it increaseth. you huntest me as a fierce lion: and again you shewest thyself marvellous upon me. 17you renewest your witnesses against me, and increasest your indignation upon me; changes and war against me. 18therefore then hast you 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. 20not my days few? cease let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, 21Before I go I shall not return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; 22A land of darkness, as darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the light as darkness.