Job 10:1-11 ▼

1 “My soul is loathed by my life; I will abandon all restraint in myself to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2 I will say to God, ‘Do not account me as wicked; Let me know why You contend with me.

3 Is it good to You that You oppress, That You reject the labor of Your hands, And cause the counsel of the wicked to shine forth?

4 Have You eyes of flesh? Or do You see as a mortal man sees?

5 Are Your days as the days of a mortal man, Or Your years as man’s years,

6 That You should seek for my guilt And search after my sin?

7 According to Your knowledge I am indeed not wicked, Yet there is no deliverer from Your hand.

8 ‘Your hands fashioned and made me altogether, And would You swallow me up?

9 Remember now, that You have made me as clay; And would You turn me into dust again?

10 Did You not pour me out like milk And curdle me like cheese,

11 Clothe me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews?