Job 10

MSTC^{(i) 1} It grieveth my soul to live. Nevertheless, now will I put forth my words: I will speak out of the very heaviness of my soul, ² and will say unto God: O do not condemn me; but show me the cause, wherefore thou contendest so with me. ³ Thinkest thou it well done, to oppress me, to cast me off - being a work of thine hands - and to maintain the counsel of the ungodly? ⁴ Hast thou fleshly eyes then, or doest thou look as a man looketh? ⁵ Are thy days as the days of man, and thy years as man's years, ⁶ that thou makest such inquisition for my wickedness, and searchest out my sin? ⁷ Whereas, notwithstanding, thou knowest that I am no wicked person, and that there is no man able to deliver me out of thine hand. ⁸ "Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me altogether round about. Wilt thou then destroy me suddenly? ⁹ O remember, I beseech thee, how that thou madest me of the mould of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust again. ¹⁰ Hast thou not turned me, as it were milk: and turned me to cruddes like cheese? ¹¹ Thou hast covered me with skin and flesh, and joined me together with bones and sinews. ¹² Thou hast granted me life, and done me good: and the diligent heed that thou tookest upon me hath preserved my spirit. ¹³ Though thou hidest these things in thine heart, yet am I sure that thou rememberest them all. ¹⁴ "If I did sin, thou haddest an eye unto me, and shalt not declare me innocent because of mine offense. ¹⁵ If I have done wickedly, woe is me therefore. If I have done righteously, yet dare I not lift up my head; so full am I of confusion, and see mine own misery. ¹⁶ Thou huntest me out, being in heaviness, as it were a lion, and troublest me out of measure. ¹⁷ Thou bringest fresh witnesses against me, and thy wrath increasest thou upon me; very many are the plagues that I am in. ¹⁸ Wherefore hast thou brought me out of my mother's womb? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seen me. ¹⁹ If they had carried me to my grave as soon as I was born, then should I be now, as though I had never been. ²⁰ Shall not my short life come so soon to an end? O hold thee from me, let me alone, that I may ease myself a little ²¹ before I go thither, from whence I shall not turn again. Namely, to that land of darkness and shadow of death: ²² yea, into a land as dark as darkness itself, and into the shadow of death where is none order; but light there is as darkness."