Job 10 (TRV)

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• 1 My soul is tired of my life; I will release to myself my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

• 2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why 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 on the counsel of the wicked?

• 4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Or do You see like a man sees?

• 5 Are Your days like the days a man? Are Your years as man’s days,

• 6 That You seek for my iniquity, and search for my sin?

• 7 You know that I am not wicked, and there is no one who can deliver from Your hand.

• 8 Your hands have made me and fashioned me in complete harmony; yet You destroy me.

• 9 I pray that You remember that You have made me like the clay; and will You turn me into dust again?

• 10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and have curdled me like cheese,

• 11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and have fenced me with bones and sinews.

• 12 You have granted me life and favour, and Your care has preserved my spirit.

• 13 And these things You have hidden in Your heart; I know that this was with You.

• 14 If I sin, then You mark me, and You will not clear me of my iniquity.

• 15 If I be wicked, woe to me; and if I be righteous, yet I will not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; as a result observe my misery,

• 16 because it increases! You hunt me like a fierce lion, and again You show Yourself overwhelmingly against me.

• 17 You renew Your witnesses against me, and increase Your indignation toward me; change and war are against me.

• 18 Why then have You brought me out of the womb? Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!

• 19 I would have been as though I had not been. I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.

• 20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort,

• 21 before I go to where I shall not return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,

• 22 a land of darkness, like darkness itself, and as the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is like darkness.