Job 10:1–11

My soul ais ||weary of my life;

I will leave my complaint bupon myself;

I will speak cin the bitterness of my soul.

2  I will say unto God, Do not dcondemn me;

Shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

3  eIs it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,

That thou shouldest fdespise †the work of thine hands,

And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4  gHast thou eyes of flesh?

Or hseest thou as iman seeth?

5  Are thy days as the days of iman?

Are thy years as man’s days,

6  That thou inquirest 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  kThine hands †have made me and fashioned me

lTogether round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

9  Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as mthe clay;

And nwilt thou bring me into dust again?

10  Hast thou not opoured 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.