1 - My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 - I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3 - Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 - Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?
5 - Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man’s days,
6 - That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
7 - Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
8 - Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9 - Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10 - Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
11 - Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
12 - Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13 - Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:
14 - If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
15 - If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
16 - And ifmy head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17 - Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
18 - Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
19 - I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 - Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 - Before I go whence I shall not return, Evento the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 - The land dark as midnight, The landof the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.
