Thou Hast Fashioned Me as Clay — Job 10:15–22

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.

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

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

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.

Are not my days few? cease then,
And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Before I go whence I shall not return,
Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

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