Job 10

¹My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.

²I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.

³Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?

⁴Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?

⁵Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,

⁶That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?

⁷Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.

⁸Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?

⁹Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?

¹⁰Hast thou not powred me out as milke? and turned me to cruds like cheese?

¹¹Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.

¹²Thou hast giuen me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.

¹³Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.

¹⁴If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.

¹⁵If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.

¹⁶But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.

¹⁷Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.

¹⁸Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!

¹⁹And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!

²⁰Are not my dayes fewe? let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,

²¹Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:

²²Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.

Job 10

¹My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

³Is 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?

⁴Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

⁵Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,

⁶That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

⁷Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

⁸Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

⁹Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

¹⁰Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

¹¹Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

¹²Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

¹³And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

¹⁴If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

¹⁵If 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;

¹⁶For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

¹⁷Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

¹⁸Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

¹⁹I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

²⁰Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

²¹Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

²²A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.