Job kap. 10

Uppsetan
b. Job’s Plea to God
10:1-22:1
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.
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?
7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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.
16 And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.
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