Job's Bitter Complaint and Challenge

Job 10:1-7

My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, and wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.

I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.

Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?

Hast thou carnall eyes? or doest thou see as man seeth?

Are thy dayes as mans dayes? or thy yeres, as the time of man,

That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?

Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.