Job‎ > ‎

Job: Chapter 10

Job, taking liberty of complaint, expostulates with God about his afflictions, 1-17. He complains of life and craves a little ease before death, 18-22.

1 "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 to God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.

3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?

5 Are your days as the days of man? Are your years as man's days,

6 That you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin?

7 You know that I am not wicked. And there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

8 Your hands have made me and fashioned me in all my parts, yet you destroy me.

9 Remember, I implore you, that you have made me as the clay. And will you bring me into dust again?

10 Have you not poured me out as milk and curdled me like cheese?

11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh and fenced me with bones and sinews.

12 You have granted me life and favor, and your visitation has preserved my spirit.

13 And these things you have hid in your heart. I know that this is with you.

14 If I sin, then you mark me and will not acquit me from my iniquity.

15 If I am wicked, woe to me. And if I am righteous, yet I will not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore, see my affliction.

16 And if my head exalts itself, you hunt me as a fierce lion, and again you show yourself wonderful upon me.

17 You renew your witnesses against me and increase your indignation upon me. Changes and war are against me.

18 Why then have you brought me forth from the womb? O that I had expired, 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 my days not few? Cease then and leave me alone so that I may take comfort a little,

21 Before I go where I shall not return from, even to the land of darkness and the shades of death,

22 A land of darkness as darkness itself, and of the shades of death without any order, and where the light is as darkness."