Job Resolves to Complain Bitterly

Job 7:11-16

Wherefore, I will not spare my mouth, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.

Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?

If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch:

Thou wilt frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions.

So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.

I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.