Job 10

Then Job looked up at the sky and wailed, Oh God I loathe my life! I will spew my bitterness out to you! Why do you torment me, God? You know I don’t deserve it. I am your mere plaything–you made me to caress and torture as you wish. Why?! Why did you let me be born into a world of suffering? Please, God, please, end my life!

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