Job 10:1-9 ▼

1 My soule is cut of though I lyue, I wil powre out my coplaynte against my selfe, and will speake out of the very heauinesse of my soule.

2 I will say vnto God: O do not condempne me, but shewe me wherefore thou contendest so with me?

3 Thinkest thou it welldone to oppresse me? to cast me of beyng the workes of thy handes? and to mayntayne the counsell of the vngodly?

4 Hast thou fleshy eyes? or doest thou loke as a man loketh?

5 Or are thy dayes as the dayes of man? and thy yeres as mans yeres?

6 That thou makest such inquisition for my wickednes, and searchest out my sinne?

7 Whereas thou knowest whether I shall do wickedly or no, and that none can deliuer me out of thyne hande.

8 Thy handes haue made me, & fashioned me altogether rounde about, wilt thou then destroy me?

9 Remember I besech thee that thou madest me as the moulde of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust againe.