Job 10

 Job 10

1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free rein to my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say to God, "Do not condemn me; show me why you contend with me."

3 Is it good to you that you oppress me, that you reject the work of your hands, and that you shine on the counsel of the wicked?

4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as man sees?

5 Are your days like those of man? Or are your years like the years of a man?

6 That you may inquire after my iniquity, and search out my sin?

7 You know that I am not wicked; yet there is no one who can deliver me from your hand.

8 Your hands have made me and woven me together, yet you consume me.

 9 Remember, I pray, that you formed me like clay, and that you will bring me back to dust.

10 Have you not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.

12 You have given me life and love, and your care has preserved my spirit.

13 But you have hidden these things in your heart; I know that this has been with you.

14 If I sin, you will watch me; you will not excuse me from my iniquity.

15 If I am wicked, woe to me! But if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head; I am full of shame, and I look at my misery.

16 Because I exalt myself, you hunt me like a fierce lion, and again you do wonders against me. 

17 You renew your witnesses against me, and multiply your anger against me; retribution and conflict are with me.

18 Why then did you take me out of the womb? Oh, that I would give birth, and no eye would see me!

19 Then I would be as though I had never been, and I would be carried from the womb to Sheol!

20 Are not my days few? Cease, therefore, and let me alone, that I may take courage for a little while;

21 Before I go, never to return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,

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