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Job

Chapter 10

  • 1

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

  • 2

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

  • 3

    Is 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?

  • 4

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

  • 5

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

  • 6

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

  • 7

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

  • 8

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

  • 9

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

  • 10

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

  • 11

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

  • 12

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

  • 13

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

  • 14

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

  • 15

    If 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;

  • 16

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

  • 17

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

  • 18

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

  • 19

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

  • 20

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

  • 21

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

  • 22

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