Job 10:8

Are your days as the days of mortals,

or your years as man’s years,

that you inquire after my iniquity,

and search after my sin?

Although you know that I am not wicked,

there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay.

Will you bring me into dust again?

Haven’t you poured me out like milk,

and curdled me like cheese?

You have clothed me with skin and flesh,

and knit me together with bones and sinews.