Job 7:11-21

Therefore I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. Am I the sea or a sea monster, that you keep me under guard? When I say, “My bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,” then you frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions, so that I prefer strangling  — death rather than life in this body. I give up! I will not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a breath. What is a mere human, that you think so highly of him and pay so much attention to him? You inspect him every morning, and put him to the test every moment. Will you ever look away from me, or leave me alone long enough to swallow? If I have sinned, what have I done to you, Watcher of humanity? Why have you made me your target, so that I have become a burden to you? Why not forgive my sin and pardon my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the grave. You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.