Job 10

¹“I loathe my life;

I will give free utterance to my complaint;

I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

²I will say to God, Do not condemn me;

let me know why you contend against me.

³Does it seem good to you to oppress,

to despise the work of your hands

and favor the schemes of the wicked?

⁴Do you have eyes of flesh?

Do you see as humans see?

⁵Are your days like the days of mortals,

or your years like human years,

⁶that you seek out my iniquity

and search for my sin,

⁷although you know that I am not guilty,

and there is no one to deliver out of your hand?

⁸Your hands fashioned and made me;

and now you turn and destroy me.

⁹Remember that you fashioned me like clay;

and will you turn me to dust again?

¹⁰Did you not pour me out like milk

and curdle me like cheese?

¹¹You clothed me with skin and flesh,

and knit me together with bones and sinews.

¹²You have granted me life and steadfast love,

and your care has preserved my spirit.

¹³Yet these things you hid in your heart;

I know that this was your purpose.

¹⁴If I sin, you watch me,

and do not acquit me of my iniquity.

¹⁵If I am wicked, woe to me!

If I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head,

for I am filled with disgrace

and look upon my affliction.

¹⁶Bold as a lion you hunt me;

you repeat your exploits against me.

¹⁷You renew your witnesses against me,

and increase your vexation toward me;

you bring fresh troops against me.

¹⁸“Why did you bring me forth from the womb?

Would that I had died before any eye had seen me,

¹⁹and were as though I had not been,

carried from the womb to the grave.

²⁰Are not the days of my life few?

Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort

²¹before I go, never to return,

to the land of gloom and deep darkness,

²²the land of gloom and chaos,

where light is like darkness.”