Job 10 ©
Embittered by his sufferings Job taketh more liberty in expostulating with God. He repineth at having been brought into being, and prayeth for a little respite from pain before his death.
tHast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
aIf I be wicked, woe unto me; and bif I be righteous, yet will I not clift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore dsee thou mine affliction;
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.