Job 10:18

If I am wicked, woe to me.

If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head,

being filled with disgrace,

and conscious of my affliction.

If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion.

Again you show yourself powerful to me.

You renew your witnesses against me,

and increase your indignation on me.

Changes and warfare are with me.

I should have been as though I had not been.

I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Aren’t my days few?

Stop!

Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

before I go where I will not return from,

to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;