Job 10 · Clearspring

Job’s Plea to God

¹My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.+ ²I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive with me.+ ³Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?+ ⁴Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth--seest Thou?+ ⁵As the days of man are Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?+ ⁶That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?+ ⁷For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.+ ⁸Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!+ ⁹Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.+ ¹⁰Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?+ ¹¹Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.+ ¹²Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.+ ¹³And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this is with Thee.+ ¹⁴If I sinned, then Thou hast observed me, And from mine iniquity dost not acquit me,+ ¹⁵If I have done wickedly--woe to me, And righteously--I lift not up my head, Full of shame--then see my affliction,+ ¹⁶And it riseth--as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back--Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.+ ¹⁷Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And dost multiply Thine anger with me, Changes and warfare are with me.+ ¹⁸And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.+ ¹⁹As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,+ ²⁰Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,+ ²¹Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,+ ²²A land of obscurity as thick darkness, Death-shade--and no order, And the shining is as thick darkness.'+

Job’s Plea to God

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