Job 10
Job expresses his weariness and frustration with his life, questioning God's judgment and motives. He asks God why He finds fault with him and oppresses him, despite being innocent. Job also laments his mortality and the brevity of his life, wishing he had never been born or had been consumed at birth. He pleads with God to release him from his suffering, so he can briefly lament his sorrows before departing into the darkness of death.
My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soulI will say to God: Do not be willing to condemn me. Reveal to me why you judge me this wayDoes it seem good to you, if you find fault with me and oppress me, the work of your own hands, and assist the counsel of the impiousDo you have bodily eyes? Or, just as man sees, will you seeAre your days just like the days of man, and are your years as the times of humansso that you would inquire about my iniquity and examine my sinAnd you know that I have done nothing impious, yet there is no one who can deliver from your handYour hands have made me and formed me all around, and, in this way, do you suddenly throw me awayRemember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dustHave you not extracted me like milk and curdled me like cheeseYou have clothed me with skin and flesh. You have put me together with bones and nervesYou have assigned to me life and mercy, and your visitation has preserved my spiritThough you may conceal this in your heart, yet I know that you remember everythingIf I have sinned, and you have spared me for an hour, why do you not endure me to be clean from my iniquityAnd if I should be impious, woe to me, and if I should be just, I will not lift up my head, being drenched with affliction and miseryAnd because of pride, you will seize me like a lioness, and having returned, you torment me to an extraordinary degreeYou renew your testimony against me, and you multiply your wrath against me, and these punishments make war within meWhy did you lead me out of the womb? If only I had been consumed, so that no eye would ever see meI should have been as if I had not been: transferred from the womb to the tombWill not my few days be completed soon? Release me, therefore, so that I may lament my sorrows a littlebefore I depart and return no more to a land that is dark and covered with the fog of deatha land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and nothing else but everlasting horror, dwells
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