[1] Job Complains to God I am sick of life! And from my deep despair, I complain to you, my God. [2] Don't just condemn me! Point out my sin. [3] Why do you take such delight in destroying those you created and in smiling on sinners? [4] Do you look at things the way we humans do? [5] Is your life as short as ours? [6] Is that why you are so quick to find fault with me? [7] You know I am innocent, but who can defend me against you? [8] Will you now destroy someone you created? [9] Remember that you molded me like a piece of clay. So don't turn me back into dust once again. [10] As cheese is made from milk, you created my body from a tiny drop. [11] Then you tied my bones together with muscles and covered them with flesh and skin. [12] You, the source of my life, showered me with kindness and watched over me. [13] You have not explained all of your mysteries, [14] but you catch and punish me each time I sin. [15] Guilty or innocent, I am condemned and ashamed because of my troubles. [16] No matter how hard I try, you keep hunting me down like a powerful lion. [17] You never stop accusing me; you become furious and attack over and over again. [18] Why did you let me be born? I would rather have died before birth [19] and been carried to the grave without ever breathing. [20] I have only a few days left. Why don't you leave me alone? Let me find some relief, [21] before I travel to the land [22] of darkness and despair, the place of no return.
