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Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:

Should not the multitude of words be answered? And should a man full of talk be justified?

Job 10

The land dark as midnight, `The land' of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.

Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

For thou sayest, My doctrine is pure, And I am clean in thine eyes.

Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.

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

If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,

Then would I speak, and not fear him; For I am not so in myself.

Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and said,

My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?

Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?

Should thy boastings make men hold their peace? And when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.

And that he would show thee the secrets of wisdom! For he is manifold in understanding. Know therefore that God exacteth of thee less than thine iniquity deserveth.

But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against thee,

Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man's days,

Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.

If I wash myself with snow water, And make my hands never so clean;

Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

Job 11

Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:

And if `my head' exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.

Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.

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?

Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?