10:1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
10:3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
10:7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
10:9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10:15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
10:16 And if `my head' exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
10:17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
10:18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
10:19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
10:21 Before I go whence I shall not return, `Even' to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
10:22 The land dark as midnight, `The land' of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.