[Job continues his case with God]
“How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble! Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear. Must You keep an eye on such a frail creature and demand an accounting from me? Who can bring impurity out of an impure person? No one! You have decided the length of our lives. You know how many months we will live, and we are not given a minute longer. So leave us alone and let us rest! We are like hired hands, so let us finish our work in peace! (vv. 1-6,NLT)
Your would call and I would answer, and You would yearn foe me, your handiwork. For then you would guard my steps, instead of watching for my sins. My sins would be sealed in a pouch, and you would cover my guilt. (vv. 15-17, NLT)