"Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?

"Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,

Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?

If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."

I shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?

I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.

"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?

Why does your heart carry you away? Why do your eyes flash,

Why are we counted as animals, which have become unclean in your sight?

Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?

"Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

"Why aren't times laid up by the Almighty? Why don't those who know him see his days?

Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?

Why do you strive against him, because he doesn't give account of any of his matters?