1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.

3 What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?

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 like his,

6 That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,

7 Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?

8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.

9 O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?

10 Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?

11 By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.

12 You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.

13 But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:

14 That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:

15 That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.

16 And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:

17 That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.

18 Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,

19 And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.

20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

21 Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,

22 A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.

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; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.

3 Doth it please thee to 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 a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,

6 That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;

7 Since thou knowest that I am not wicked, and that there is none that delivereth out of thy hand?

8 Thy hands have bound me together and made me as one, round about; yet dost thou swallow me up!

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt 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 favour, and thy care hath preserved my spirit;

13 And these things didst thou hide in thy heart; I know that this was with thee.

14 If I sinned, thou wouldest mark me, and thou wouldest not acquit me of mine iniquity.

15 If I were wicked, woe unto me! and righteous, I will not lift up my head, being {so} full of shame, and beholding mine affliction; -

16 And it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce lion; and ever again thou shewest thy marvellous power upon me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses before me and increasest thy displeasure against me; successions {of evil} and a time of toil are with me.

18 And wherefore didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? I had expired, and no eye had seen me.

19 I should be 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 revive a little,

21 Before I go, and never to return, -to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

22 A land of gloom, as darkness itself; of the shadow of death, without any order, where the light is as thick darkness.