1 My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Have you eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees? 5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years as man's days, 6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin, 7 although you know that I am not wicked. And there is none that can deliver out of your hand?
8 Your hands have made me and fashioned me together all around, yet you destroy me. 9 I beseech you, remember that you have fashioned me as clay. And will you bring me into dust again? 10 Have you not poured me out as milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and muscles. 12 You have granted me life and loving kindness and your visitation has preserved my spirit. 13 Yet these things you hid in your heart. I know that this is with you.
14 If I sin, then you mark me. And you will not acquit me from my iniquity. 15 If I am wicked, woe to me. And if I am righteous, yet I will not lift up my head, being filled with shame and looking upon my affliction.
16 And if my head exalts itself, you hunt me as a lion. And again you show yourself marvelous upon me. 17 You renew your witnesses against me and increase your indignation upon me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? I would have given up the spirit 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 where I will not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death, 22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as midnight.
4 Have you eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees? 5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years as man's days, 6 that you inquire after my iniquity and search after my sin, 7 although you know that I am not wicked. And there is none that can deliver out of your hand?
8 Your hands have made me and fashioned me together all around, yet you destroy me. 9 I beseech you, remember that you have fashioned me as clay. And will you bring me into dust again? 10 Have you not poured me out as milk and curdled me like cheese?
11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and muscles. 12 You have granted me life and loving kindness and your visitation has preserved my spirit. 13 Yet these things you hid in your heart. I know that this is with you.
14 If I sin, then you mark me. And you will not acquit me from my iniquity. 15 If I am wicked, woe to me. And if I am righteous, yet I will not lift up my head, being filled with shame and looking upon my affliction.
16 And if my head exalts itself, you hunt me as a lion. And again you show yourself marvelous upon me. 17 You renew your witnesses against me and increase your indignation upon me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 Why then have you brought me forth out of the womb? I would have given up the spirit 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 where I will not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death, 22 the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as midnight.