Job 10

My soul is weary of my life;

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;

Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,

Hast thou eyes of flesh?

Are thy days as the days of man,

That thou inquirest after mine iniquity,

Although thou knowest that I am not wicked,

Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay;

Hast thou not poured me out as milk,

Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh,

Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness;

Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart;

If I sin, then thou markest me,

If I be wicked, woe unto me;

And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion;

Thou renewest thy witnesses against me,

Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?

I should have been as though I had not been;

Are not my days few? cease then,

Before I go whence I shall not return,

The land dark as midnight,