| 1 | "My soul loathes my life; I will give free course to my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. | |
| 2 | I will say to God, 'Do not condemn me; Show me why You contend with me. | |
| 3 | Does it seem 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 like the days of a mortal man? Are Your years like the days of a mighty man, | |
| 6 | That You should seek for my iniquity And search out my sin, | |
| 7 | Although You know that I am not wicked, And there is no one who can deliver from Your hand? | |
| 8 | 'Your hands have made me and fashioned me, An intricate unity; Yet You would destroy me. | |
| 9 | Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay. And will You turn me into dust again? | |
| 10 | Did you not pour me out like milk, And curdle me like cheese, | |
| 11 | Clothe me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews? | |
| 12 | You have granted me life and favor, And Your care has preserved my spirit. | |
| 13 | 'And these things You have hidden in Your heart; I know that this was with You: | |
| 14 | If I sin, then You mark me, And will not acquit me of my iniquity. | |
| 15 | If I am wicked, woe to me; Even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head. I am full of disgrace; See my misery! | |
| 16 | If my head is exalted, You hunt me like a fierce lion, And again You show Yourself awesome against me. | |
| 17 | You renew Your witnesses against me, And increase Your indignation toward me; Changes and war are ever with me. | |
| 18 | 'Why then have You brought me out of the womb? Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me! | |
| 19 | I would have been as though I had not been. I would have been carried from the womb to the grave. | |
| 20 | Are not my days few? Cease! Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort, | |
| 21 | Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, To the land of darkness and the shadow of death, | |
| 22 | A land as dark as darkness itself, As the shadow of death, without any order, Where even the light is like darkness.'" | |