- 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;
make me know 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 a man"s days,
- That Thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,
- Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned;
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 favour, and Thy providence 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 it 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;
host succeeding host against me.
- Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb?
Would that I had perished, 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;
- A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself;
a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.