Job 9:19 YLT

¹⁷  Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

¹⁸  He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

¹⁹  If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?

²⁰  If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.

²¹  Perfect I am! -- I know not my soul, I despise my life.