“I loathe my life.
I will give free utterance to my complaint.
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I will say to God.
‘Do not condemn me.
Let me know why you contend against me.
Does it seem good to you to oppress?
Does it seem good to you to despise the work of your hands?
Does it seem good to you to favor the schemes of the wicked?
Do you have eyes of flesh?
Do you see as humans sees?
Are your days like the days of mortals?
Are your years like human years?
Do you seek out my iniquity?
Do you search for my sin?
You know that I am not guilty.
There is no one to deliver me out of your hand?’”
Once again, the depressed Job hated his life. He was going to complain from the bitterness of his soul. He did not want to be condemned. He wanted to know why God was against him. Why was he favoring the schemes of the wicked? Did not God have eyes to see? His days and years are not like humans. He could look into his heart since he knows all things. He knew his sins and iniquities, but who would deliver him from the hand of God?