| Chapter 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.
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2 | I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why thou contendest with me.
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3 | Is it good to thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
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4 | Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
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5 | Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
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6 | That thou inquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
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7 | Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thy hand.
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8 | Thy hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts; yet thou dost destroy me.
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9 | Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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10 | Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
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11 | Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
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12 | Thou hast granted me life and favor, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
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13 | And these things hast thou hid in thy heart: I know that this is with thee.
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14 | If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from my iniquity.
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15 | If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou my affliction;
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16 | For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself wonderful upon me.
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17 | Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thy indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
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18 | Why then hast thou brought me forth from the womb? O that I had expired, and no eye had seen me!
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19 | I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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20 | Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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21 | Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shades of death;
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22 | A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shades of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
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