Job 10

“My soul is weary of my life.

I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me.

Is it good to you that you should oppress,

Do you have eyes of flesh?

Are your days as the days of mortals,

that you inquire after my iniquity,

Although you know that I am not wicked,

“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether,

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay.

Haven’t you poured me out like milk,

You have clothed me with skin and flesh,

You have granted me life and loving kindness.

Yet you hid these things in your heart.

if I sin, then you mark me.

If I am wicked, woe to me.

If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion.

You renew your witnesses against me,

“‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb?

I should have been as though I had not been.

Aren’t my days few?

before I go where I will not return from,

the land dark as midnight,