Job Chapter 10

1Embittered by his sufferings Job taketh more liberty in expostulating with God. 18He repineth at having been brought into being, and prayeth for a little respite from pain before his death.
1 My soul is 1aweary of my life; I 2will leave my complaint upon myself; 3I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto God, Do not 1condemn me; 2shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3 1Is it good unto thee that thou 2shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest 3despise 4the awork of thine hands, and 5shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Hast thou 1eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5 are thy 1days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
6 That thou 1enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
7 aThou 1knowest that I am not wicked; and there is 2none that can deliver out of thine hand.
8 Thine hands 1ahave made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost 2destroy me.
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me 1as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into 2dust again?
10 1Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 Thou hast 1clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast afenced me with bones and sinews.
12 Thou hast granted me 1life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 And these things hast thou 1hid in thine heart: I know that 2this is with thee.
14 If I sin, then thou 1markest me, and thou wilt 2not acquit me from mine iniquity.
15 1If I be wicked, woe unto me; and 2if I be righteous, yet will I not 3lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore 4see thou mine affliction;
16 For it increaseth. Thou 1huntest me as 2a fierce lion: and again thou 3shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
17 Thou renewest thy awitnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; 1changes and war are against me.
18 1Wherefore 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 1Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may 2take comfort a little,
21 1Before I go whence I 2shall not return, even to the 3land 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.