Job Cries Out to God
“My soul is loathed by my life;
I will abandon all restraint in myself to my complaint;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God, ‘Do not account me as wicked;
Let me know why You contend with me.
3 Is it good to You that You oppress,
That You reject the labor of Your hands,
And cause the counsel of the wicked to shine forth?
4 Have You eyes of flesh?
Or do You see as a mortal man sees?
5 Are Your days as the days of a mortal man,
Or Your years as man’s years,
6 That You should seek for my guilt
And search after my sin?
7 According to Your knowledge I am indeed not wicked,
Yet there is no deliverer from Your hand.