1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me. 3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine 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 man? are thy years as man’s days, 6 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin? 7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. 9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou 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 hast fenced me with bones and sinews. 12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. 13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity. 15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; 16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me. 17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me. 18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, 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 whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; 22 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

1 Ek walg van my lewe; ek wil my geklaag die vrye loop gee; ek wil spreek in die bitterheid van my siel.

2 Ek sê tot God: Veroordeel my nie; laat my weet waarom U met my twis.

3 Is dit voordeel vir U dat U verdruk; dat U die arbeid van u hande verwerp, terwyl U oor die planne van die goddelose lig laat skyn?

4 Het U vleeslike oë? Of sien U soos 'n mens sien?

5 Is u dae soos die dae van 'n mens, of u jare soos die dae van 'n man?

6 dat U soek na my ongeregtigheid en vra na my sonde,

7 ofskoon U weet dat ek nie skuldig is nie en dat daar niemand is wat uit u hand kan red nie?

8 U hande het my geformeer en my gemaak, heeltemal rondom; en U vernietig my!

9 Bedink tog dat U my soos klei gevorm het, en wil U my tot stof laat terugkeer?

10 Het U my nie soos melk uitgegiet en my soos kaas laat dik word nie?

11 Met vel en vlees het U my beklee, en met beendere en senings het U my deurvleg.

12 Die lewe, ja, guns het U aan my bewys, en u sorg het my gees bewaak.

13 Maar daarby het U d¡t verberg in u hart, ek weet dat d¡t u toeleg was:

14 As ek gesondig het, sou U my waarneem en my nie vryspreek van my ongeregtigheid nie.

15 Was ek skuldig -- wee my! En was ek regverdig, ek sou my hoof nie kon ophef nie, sat van skande en bewus van my ellende.

16 En as my hoof hom ophef, sou U my jaag soos 'n leeu en U opnuut wonderbaarlik teenoor my gedra.

17 U sou altyd nuwe getuies teen my bring en u grimmigheid teen my vermeerder -- altyd nuwe leërafdelings teen my!

18 Waarom tog het U my uit die moederskoot laat uitgaan? Ek moes gesterf het sonder dat 'n oog my gesien het.

19 Ek moes gewees het of ek daar nie was nie; van die moederskoot af moes ek na die graf gedra gewees het.

20 Is my dae nie min nie? Laat Hy ophou, my laat staan, dat ek 'n bietjie vrolik kan wees,

21 voordat ek heengaan -- en nie terugkom nie -- na die land van duisternis en doodskaduwee,

22 'n land van donkerheid, soos middernag, van doodskaduwee en wanorde, en dit gee 'n skynsel -- soos middernag!