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.

1 "我厌恶我的性命， 我要尽情吐苦水， 倾诉心中的痛苦。

2 我要对 神说： 不要定我有罪， 请告诉我你为什么与我相争。

3 压迫无辜， 又弃绝你手所作的， 却喜悦恶人的计谋， 你都以为美吗？

4 你的眼不是肉眼， 你观看不像人观看，

5 你的日子不如人的日子， 你的年岁不像人的年岁，

6 以致你追究我的罪孽， 细察我的罪过吗？

7 你知道我并没有罪， 但没有人能救我脱离你的手。

8 你的手塑我造我， 但一转过来你就要毁灭我。

9 求你记念你造我如抟泥， 你还要使我归于尘土吗？

10 你不是把我倒出来像倒奶， 又使我凝结像乳酪凝固吗？

11 你以皮肉为衣给我穿上， 以筋骨接络我；

12 你赐我生命， 又向我施慈爱， 你的眷顾保守我的心灵。

13 这些事你都藏在你的心里， 我知道这是你的旨意。

14 我若犯罪， 你就鉴察， 绝不赦免我的罪孽；

15 我若有罪， 就有祸了； 我若有理， 也不敢抬头， 饱尝羞辱， 看看自己的苦难。

16 我若昂首自得， 你就猎我如猎猛狮， 又在我身上彰显你惊人的大能。

17 你重新设立见证攻击我， 对我加增你的忿怒， 派兵轮流攻击我。

18 你为什么使我出母胎呢？我不如死去， 无人得见我，

19 这样， 就像从来没有我一样， 一出母腹就被送入坟墓。

20 我的日子不是很少吗？请住手， 转离我， 使我在往黑暗死荫之地以先，

21 在去而不返之前， 可以喜乐片刻；

22 那地黑暗， 如死荫的幽暗， 毫无秩序， 即使有光也像幽暗。"