The Bible, King James version, Book 18: Job. Unknown

that he had hearkened unto my voice.

      18:009:017 For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

      18:009:018 He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.

      18:009:019 If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?

      18:009:020 If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse.

      18:009:021 Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

      18:009:022 This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

      18:009:023 If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.

      18:009:024 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?

      18:009:025 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

      18:009:026 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

      18:009:027 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:

      18:009:028 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

      18:009:029 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?

      18:009:030 If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;

      18:009:031 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

      18:009:032 For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment.

      18:009:033 Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both.

      18:009:034 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:

      18:009:035 Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.

      18:010:001 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

      18:010:002 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

      18:010:003 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?

      18:010:004 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

      18:010:005 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,

      18:010:006 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

      18:010:007 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

      18:010:008 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

      18:010:009 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

      18:010:010 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

      18:010:011 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

      18:010:012 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

      18:010:013 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

      18:010:014 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

      18:010:015 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;

      18:010:016 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

      18:010:017 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

      18:010:018 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!

      18:010:019 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

      18:010:020 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

      18:010:021 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

      18:010:022 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

      18:011:001 Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and said,

      18:011:002 Should not the multitude of words be answered? and should a man full of talk be justified?

      18:011:003 Should thy lies make men hold their peace? and when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?