- My soul is weary of my life;
I will give free course to my complaint;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
- I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;
Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
- 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?
- Hast thou eyes of flesh?
Or seest thou as man seeth?
- Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man’s days,
- That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
- Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
- Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about;
yet thou dost destroy me.
- Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay;
And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
- Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
- Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
- Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness;
And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
- Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart;
I know that this is with thee:
- If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
- 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.
- And if [my head] exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion;
And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
- Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
- Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?
I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
- I should have been as though I had not been;
I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
- Are not my days few?
cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
- Before I go whence I shall not return, [Even] to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
- The land dark as midnight, [The land] of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.