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Job Holds Clay in His Hands
by emmanuel_higgins
10
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Job 10:8
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My soul is
weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3
Is it
good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4
Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5
Are
thy days as the days of man?
are
thy years as man’s days,
6
That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
7
Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and
there is
none that can deliver out of thine hand.
Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10
Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11
Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
12
Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13
And these
things
hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this
is
with thee.
14
If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
15
If I be wicked, woe unto me; and
if
I be righteous,
yet
will I not lift up my head.
I am
full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
16
For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
17
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war
are
against me.
18
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20
Are
not my days few? cease
then, and
let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21
Before I go
whence
I shall not return,
even
to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
22
A land of darkness, as darkness
itself; and
of the shadow of death, without any order, and
where
the light
is
as darkness.
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