Job 10

MKJV^{(i) 1} My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on my self; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. ² I will say to God, Do not condemn me; make me know why You contend with me. ³ Is it good to You that You should press down, that You should despise the work of Your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wicked? ⁴ Have You eyes of flesh? Or do You see as a man sees? ⁵ Are Your days like the days of man? Are Your years like man's days, ⁶ that You seek out my iniquity, and search for my sin? ⁷ You know that I am not wicked; and there is none who can deliver out of Your hand. ⁸ Your hands have made me and shaped me, together all around; yet You destroy me. ⁹ Remember, I beseech You, that You have formed me as the clay; and will You bring me into the dust again? ¹⁰ Have You not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese? ¹¹ You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews. ¹² You have granted me life and favor, and Your providence has preserved my spirit. ¹³ And these have You hidden in Your heart; I know that this was with You. ¹⁴ If I sin, then You mark me, and You will not acquit me from my iniquity. ¹⁵ If I am wicked, woe to me; and if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, being filled with shame, and looking on my affliction. ¹⁶ For it increases! You hunt me as a fierce lion; and again You show Yourself marvelous on me. ¹⁷ You renew Your witnesses against me, and increase Your anger on me; changes and warfare are against me. ¹⁸ Why then have You brought me from the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me! ¹⁹ I should have been as though I had not been; I would have been carried from the womb to the grave. ²⁰ Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, ²¹ before I go, and I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; ²² a land of obscurity, the darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the shining is as darkness.