|
1 My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I say unto God, 'Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me. 3 Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone? 4 Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou? 5 As the days of man are Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man? 6 That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest? 7 For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand. 8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up! 9 Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back. Job 10:1-9, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
|
