Job 10
1 
               My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak
                  in the bitterness of my soul.
                  
               2 
               I will say to God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore you contend with me.
               3 
               Is it good to you that you should oppress, That you should despise the work of your
                  hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
                  
               4 
               Have you eyes of flesh? Or see you as man sees?
               5 
               Are your days as the days of man, Or your years as man`s days,
               6 
               That you inquire after mine iniquity, And search after my sin,
               7 
               Although you know that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of
                  your hand?
                  
               8 
               Your hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet you do destroy
                  me.
                  
               9 
               Remember, I beseech you, that you have fashioned me as       clay; And will you bring
                  me into dust again?
                  
               10 
               Have you not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
               11 
               You have clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
               12 
               You have granted me life and lovingkindness; And your visitation has preserved my
                  spirit.
                  
               13 
               Yet these things you did hide in your heart; I know that this is with you:
               14 
               If I sin, then you mark me, And you will not acquit me from mine iniquity.
               15 
               If I be wicked, woe to me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head;
                  Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
                  
               16 
               And if [my head] exalt itself, you hunt me as a lion; And again you show yourself
                  marvelous upon me.
                  
               17 
               You renew your witnesses against me, And increase your indignation upon me: Changes
                  and warfare are with me.
                  
               18 
               Wherefore then have you brought me forth out of the       womb? 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 of the shadow
                  of death;
                  
               22 
               The land dark as midnight, [The land] of the shadow of death, without any order, And
                  where the light is as midnight.