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