“I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
I say to God: Do not declare me guilty, but tell me what charges you have against me.
Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as a mortal sees?
Are your days like those of a mortal or your years like those of a strong man,
that you must search out my faults and probe after my sin—
though you know that I am not guilty and that no one can rescue me from your hand?
“Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?