Though I pray to be rescued from this torment, no whisper of justice answers me.
Why do you take such delight in destroying those you created and in smiling on sinners?
to show that I am right, just as a friend should.
My friends, I know that you are plotting against me.
I beg God for help, but there is no answer; and when I stand up, he simply stares.
No one refuses help to others, when disaster strikes.
Suffering has scorched my skin, and in the city council I stand and cry out,
Job claims he is innocent and God is guilty of mistreating him.
Are you trying to prove that you are innocent by accusing me of injustice?
And who else but God blindfolds the judges, then lets the wicked take over the earth?
God isn't a mere human like me. I can't put him on trial.
I cry out day and night, but you don't answer, and I can never rest.
Yet you are the holy God, ruling from your throne and praised by Israel.
You have let me announce only destruction and death. Your message has brought me nothing but insults and trouble.
Even when I shouted and prayed for help, he refused to listen.