Job 10

¹ "My soul is disgusted with my life; I shall give free rein to myself and my concern; Let me speak in the bitterness of my soul. ² I shall say to Eloah, 'O do not condemn me! Let me know for what reason You contend with me! ³ Is it good to You that You should work harm, That You should reject the labor of Your palms, And that You shine on the counsel of the wicked? ⁴ Do You have eyes of flesh? Can You see as a mortal sees? ⁵ Are Your days like a mortal's days, Or Your years like the days of a master, ⁶ That You should seek out my depravity And should inquire into my sin, ⁷ Although Your knowledge is that I am not wicked, And there is no one rescuing from Your hand? ⁸ Your hands shaped me and made me; Yet afterward You swallow me up round about. ⁹ Remember now that You molded me like clay; Shall You then turn me back to soil? ¹⁰ Did You not pour me forth like milk And curdle me like cheese? ¹¹ You clothed me with skin and flesh, And hedged me together with bones and sinews. ¹² Life and benignity have You granted to me, And Your supervision has guarded over my spirit. ¹³ Yet these things You secluded in Your heart; I know that this was in Your mind: ¹⁴ If I sin, then You observe me, And You do not hold me innocent of my depravity. ¹⁵ If I am wicked, alack for me! Yet if I am righteous, I shall not lift up my head, Surfeited with dishonor and satiated with my humiliation. ¹⁶ And should it grow more, You hunt me like a black lion; Then You return; You send marvelous works against me. ¹⁷ You renew Your testimonies in front of me, And You increase Your vexation against me; Changes of troops come upon me. ¹⁸ Then why did You bring me forth from the womb? I would have expired, and no eye would have seen me. ¹⁹ I would have been just as if I had not come into being; I would have been fetched from the belly to the tomb. ²⁰ Are not the days of my transient lifetime few? Set away from me that I may smile a little, ²¹ Ere I go away and not return, To a country of darkness and the blackest shadow, ²² A country of such faintness as deepest gloom, Of blackest shadow without order, And which shines like deepest gloom.'"