Job 10:1-9 ▼

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 unto +God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.

3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,

6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;

7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?

8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.