Job wailed, Seriously, my life sucks, and I’ve done everything right! I wish God would just go ahead and kill me. I mean nothing can be much worse than this (pointing at his oozing skin), and I don’t see how it can get any better. My kids are dead. My wife won’t come near me. The rest of my family has abandoned me and all of my friends–except for you guys–won’t come near me because they’re afraid my bad luck will rub off on them. Plus, I stink. If you really think I deserve any of this, first, screw you, and second, explain how. What have I done?