1 Job is weary of his life, and setteth out his fragilitie before God. 20 He desireth him to stay his hand. 22 A description of death.
6.That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne.
10.Hast thou not powred me out as mylke? and turned me to curds like chese?
11.Thou hast clothed me with skinne and flesh, and joined me together with bones and sinews.
14.If I have sinned, then thou wilt straightly loke unto me, and wilt not holde me giltles of mine iniquitie.
18.Wherefore then hast thou broght me out of the womb? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had sene me!
19.And that I were as I had not bene, but broght from the womb to the grave.