Job 10

ECB^{(i) 1} My soul loathes life; I forsake my self-meditation; I word in the bitterness of my soul. ² I say to Elohah, Judge me not wicked; let me know why you contend with me. ³ Is it good to you that you oppress? That you spurn the labor of your palms? And shine on the counsel of the wicked? ⁴ Have you eyes of flesh? See you as man sees? ⁵ Are your days as the days of man? - your years as days of the mighty ⁶ that you seek after my perversity and search after my sin? ⁷ You know I am not wicked; and there is no escape from your hand. ⁸ Your hands formed me and worked me together all around; yet you swallow me. ⁹ Remember, I beseech you, that you worked me as the clay; and return me to dust. ¹⁰ Pour you not me out as milk? - curdle me as cheese? ¹¹ You enrobe me with skin and flesh and hedge me with bones and sinews: ¹² you work me life and mercy and your visitation guards my spirit; ¹³ and you hide these in your heart; I know this is with you. ¹⁴ If I sin, you guard me - you exonerate me not from my iniquity. ¹⁵ If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be justified, yet I lift not my head. I satiate with abasement; you see my humiliation; ¹⁶ for it rises; you hunt me as a roaring lion; you turn back; you show yourself marvellous in me; ¹⁷ you renew your witnesses against me and abound your vexation with me; changes and hostility are against me. ¹⁸ Why then brought you me forth from the womb? Oh that I had expired and no eye had seen me! ¹⁹ As not being I became; - brought from the belly to the tomb. ²⁰ Are my days not few? Cease, set away from me that I relax a little ²¹ - ere I go and not return to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; ²² - a land of darkness as darkness; of the shadow of death without any order where the shining is as darkness.