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.'