10 My
soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will
speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I
will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest
with me. 3 Is
it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise
the work of thine 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 man? are thy years as man's days, 6 That
thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin? 7 Thou
knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of
thine hand. 8 Thine
hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost
destroy me. 9 Remember,
I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring
me into dust again? 10 Hast
thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? 11 Thou
hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and
sinews.
12
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved
my spirit. 13 And
these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee. 14 If
I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity. 15 If
I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up
my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; 16 For
it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest
thyself marvellous upon me. 17 Thou
renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon
me; changes and war are against me. 18 Wherefore
then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up
the ghost, and no eye had seen me! 19 I should
have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the
womb to the grave. 20 Are
not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a
little, 21 Before
I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow
of death; 22 A land
of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any
order, and where the light is as darkness.