Job 10

Bishops^{(i) 1} My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule ² I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me ³ Thinkest thou it welldone to oppresse me? to cast me of beyng the workes of thy handes? and to mayntayne the counsell of the vngodly ⁴ Hast thou fleshy eyes? or doest thou loke as a man loketh ⁵ Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres ⁶ That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne ⁷ Whereas thou knowest whether I shall do wickedly or no, and that none can deliuer me out of thyne hande ⁸ Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me ⁹ Remember I besech thee that thou madest me as the moulde of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust againe ¹⁰ Hast thou not powred me as it were milke, & turned me to cruddes like cheese ¹¹ Thou hast couered me with skinne and fleshe, and ioyned me together with bones and sinnowes ¹² Thou hast graunted me life, and done me good: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirite ¹³ Thou hast hyd these thinges in thyne heart [yet] I am sure that thou remembrest this thing ¹⁴ If I dyd sinne, thou haddest an eye vnto me, and shalt not pronounce me innocent from myne offence ¹⁵ If I haue done wickedly, wo is me therefore: If I haue done righteously, yet dare I not lift vp my head, so full am I of confusion, and see myne owne miserie ¹⁶ And let it increase, hunte me as a lion, & returne and shew thy selfe maruaylous vpon me ¹⁷ Thou bringest freshe witnesse against me, and thy wrath increasest thou vpon me: diuers and many are the plagues that I am in ¹⁸ Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me ¹⁹ And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue ²⁰ Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle ²¹ Afore I go [thyther from whence] I shall not turne againe, euen to the lande of darknesse and shadowe of death ²² Yea a lande as darke as darknesse it selfe, and into the shadowe of death where is none order, but the light is there as darknesse