Job Frames His Plea to God
1“I am disgusted with my life.
Let me complain freely.
My bitter soul must complain.
2I will say to God, ‘Don’t simply condemn me—
tell me the charge you are bringing against me.
3What do you gain by oppressing me?
Why do you reject me, the work of your own hands,
while smiling on the schemes of the wicked?
4Are your eyes like those of a human?
Do you see things only as people see them?
5Is your lifetime only as long as ours?
Is your life so short
6that you must quickly probe for my guilt
and search for my sin?
7Although you know I am not guilty,
no one can rescue me from your hands.
8“‘You formed me with your hands; you made me,
yet now you completely destroy me.
9Remember that you made me from dust—
will you turn me back to dust so soon?
10You guided my conception
and formed me in the womb.
11You clothed me with skin and flesh,
and you knit my bones and sinews together.
12You gave me life and showed me your unfailing love.
My life was preserved by your care.
13“‘Yet your real motive—
your true intent—
14was to watch me, and if I sinned,
you would not forgive my guilt.
15If I am guilty, too bad for me;
and even if I’m innocent, I can’t hold my head high,
because I am filled with shame and misery.
16And if I hold my head high, you hunt me like a lion
and display your awesome power against me.
17Again and again you witness against me.
You pour out your growing anger on me
and bring fresh armies against me.
18“‘Why, then, did you deliver me from my mother’s womb?
Why didn’t you let me die at birth?
19It would be as though I had never existed,
going directly from the womb to the grave.
20I have only a few days left, so leave me alone,
that I may have a moment of comfort
21before I leave—never to return—
for the land of darkness and utter gloom.
22It is a land as dark as midnight,
a land of gloom and confusion,
where even the light is dark as midnight.’”