### Douay Rheims Bible

Job 9

## The Book of Job

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| # Chapter 10
#### 1 | My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
#### 2 | I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so.
#### 3 | Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked?
#### 4 | Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth?
#### 5 | Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men:
#### 6 | That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
#### 7 | And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand.
#### 8 | Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden?
#### 9 | Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.
#### 10 | Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
#### 11 | Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews:
#### 12 | Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
#### 13 | Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.
#### 14 | If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity?
#### 15 | And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery.
#### 16 | And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
#### 17 | Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me.
#### 18 | Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb: O that I had been consumed that eye might not see me!
#### 19 | I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave.
#### 20 | Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little:
#### 21 | Before I go, and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death:
#### 22 | A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth.

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