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1My soul is cut off in my life; therefore, I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; cause me to understand why thou dost contend with me.3Is 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?4Hast thou eyes of flesh? Dost thou see as man sees?5Are thy days as the days of man? Are thy years as man’s days,6that thou dost enquire after my iniquity and search after my sin?7Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is no one that can deliver out of thy hand.
8Thine hands have formed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.9Remember now that thou hast formed me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?10Hast thou not poured me out as milk and curdled me like cheese?11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh and hast hedged me with bones and sinews.12Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation has kept my spirit.13And these things thou hast hid in thine heart; I know that this is with thee.
14If I sinned, wilt thou mark me and not cleanse me from my iniquity?15If 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.16And thou dost increase. Thou dost hunt me as a fierce lion; turning and doing marvels in me.17Thou dost renew thy plagues against me and increase thine indignation upon me, bringing up armies against me.18Why then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit and no eye had seen me!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, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,21before I go, to not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;22land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.