Job 10 ©

1 Embittered by his sufferings Job taketh more liberty in expostulating with God. 18 He repineth at having been brought into being, and prayeth for a little respite from pain before his death.


MY soul is a1weary of my life; I bwill leave my complaint upon myself; cI will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


I will say unto God, Do not dcondemn me; eshew me wherefore thou contendest with me.


fIs it good unto thee that thou gshouldest oppress, that thou shouldest hdespise ithe 2work of thine hands, and jshine upon the counsel of the wicked?


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


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


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


3Thou nknowest that I am not wicked; and there is onone that can deliver out of thine hand.


Thine hands p4have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost qdestroy me.


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


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


Thou hast uclothed me with skin and flesh, and hast 5fenced me with bones and sinews.


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


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


If I sin, then thou ymarkest me, and thou wilt znot acquit me from mine iniquity.


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;


For it increaseth. Thou ehuntest me as fa fierce lion: and again thou gshewest thyself marvellous upon me.


Thou renewest thy 6witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; hchanges and war are against me.


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


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


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


lBefore I go whence I mshall not return, even to the nland of darkness and the shadow of death;


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