Job 16

1 I feared all my works, knowing that thou didst not spare the offender. 2 But if so also I am wicked, why have I laboured in vain? 3 If I be washed, as it were, with snow waters, and my hands shall shine ever so clean: 4 Yet thou shalt plunge me in filth, and my garments shall abhor me. 5 For I shall not answer a man that is like myself: nor one that may be heard with me equally in judgment. 6 There is none that may be able to reprove both, and to put his hand between both. 7 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me. 8 I will speak, and will not fear him: for I cannot answer while I am in fear. 10 My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 11 I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so? 12 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? 13 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth? 14 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men: 15 That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin? 16 And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand? 17 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden? 18 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust 19 Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese? 20 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews: 21 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. 22 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things.