Job 10

I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

Show me why you contend with me.

and smile on the counsel of the wicked?

Or do you see as man sees?

or your years as man’s years,

and search after my sin?

there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

yet you destroy me.

Will you bring me into dust again?

and curdled me like cheese?

and knit me together with bones and sinews.

Your visitation has preserved my spirit.

I know that this is with you:

You will not acquit me from my iniquity.

and conscious of my affliction.

Again you show yourself powerful to me.

Changes and warfare are with me.

I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

where the light is as midnight.’ ”