1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
3Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,
4Hast thou eyes of flesh?
5Are thy days as the days of man,
6That thou inquirest after mine iniquity,
7Although thou knowest that I am not wicked,
8Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk,
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh,
12Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:
14If I sin, then thou markest me,
15If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy,
16And if [my head] exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvelous upon me.
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me,
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then,
21Before I go whence I shall not return,
22The land dark as midnight,