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 tell 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 smile on the counsel of the wicked?

4 Do you have eyes of flesh?

Or do you see as man sees?

5 Are your days as the days of mortals,

or your years as man’s years,

6 that you inquire after my iniquity,

and search after my sin?

7 Although you know that I am not wicked,

there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

8 "‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether,

yet you destroy me.

9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay.

Will you bring me into dust again?

10 Haven’t you poured me out like milk,

and curdled me like cheese?

11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh,

and knit me together with bones and sinews.

12 You have granted me life and loving kindness.

Your visitation has preserved my spirit.

13 Yet you hid these things in your heart.

I know that this is with you:

14 if I sin, then you mark me.

You will not acquit me from my iniquity.

15 If I am wicked, woe to me.

If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head,

being filled with disgrace,

and conscious of my affliction.

16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion.

Again you show yourself powerful to me.

17 You renew your witnesses against me,

and increase your indignation on me.

Changes and warfare are with me.

18 "‘Why, then, have you brought me out of the womb?

I wish I had 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 Aren’t my days few?

Stop!

Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

21 before I go where I will not return from,

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,

where the light is as midnight.’"

1 My soul is cut off in my life; [therefore], 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; cause me to understand why thou dost contend with me.

3 [Is it] good unto thee that thou should oppress, that thou should reject the work of thine hands and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? Dost thou see as man sees?

5 [Are] thy days as the days of man? [Are] thy years as man's days,

6 that thou dost enquire after my iniquity and search after my sin?

7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and [there is] no one that can deliver out of thy hand.

8 Thine hands have formed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

9 Remember now that thou hast formed 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 hedged me with bones and sinews.

12 Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation has kept my spirit.

13 And these [things] thou hast hid in thine heart; I know that this [is] with thee.

14 If I sinned, wilt thou mark me and not cleanse me from my iniquity?

15 If I am wicked, woe unto me; and [if] I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, being full of dishonour and of seeing my affliction.

16 And thou dost increase. Thou dost hunt me as a fierce lion; turning and doing marvels in me.

17 Thou dost renew thy plagues against me and increase thine indignation upon me, bringing up armies against me.

18 Why then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had 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, to not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

22 land of darkness, as darkness [itself], [and] of the shadow of death, without any order, and [where] the light [is] as darkness.: