Job 10

10 ¹"I am sick of my own life. I will give free rein to my complaint; I will speak out of the bitterness of my soul. ²I will say to God: Do not condemn me; let me know why you contend with me. ³Does it please you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands while you smile on the schemes of the wicked? ⁴Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as a mortal sees? ⁵Are your days like the days of a mortal, or your years like the years of a man, ⁶that you must search out my guilt and hunt down my sin, ⁷though you know that I am not guilty, and there is no one who can rescue me from your hand?

⁸"Your hands shaped me and made me, every part of me, and now you turn and destroy me. ⁹Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now return me to the dust? ¹⁰Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese, ¹¹clothe me with skin and flesh, and weave me together with bones and sinews? ¹²You granted me life and covenant love, and your care has watched over my spirit.

¹³"Yet you hid this in your heart, and I know this was your purpose: ¹⁴if I sinned, you would be watching me and would not clear me of my guilt. ¹⁵If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head—I am so full of shame, drenched in my affliction. ¹⁶If I hold my head high, you hunt me like a lion and again work wonders against me. ¹⁷You bring fresh witnesses against me and pour out more of your anger on me; wave after wave of trouble assaults me.

¹⁸"Why then did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died before any eye saw me. ¹⁹I would have been as though I never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave. ²⁰Are not my days few? Turn away from me, let me alone, so I may have a moment of comfort, ²¹before I go to the place of no return, to the land of darkness and deep shadow, ²²to the land of gloom like deepest night, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness."