Do Not Condemn Me!
1I loathe my own life; I will give full vent to my complaint; I will speak out of the bitterness of my soul.
2I will say to God, Do not condemn me; tell me why You contend with me.
3Is it good for You to oppress, to despise the work of Your hands, while You smile on the plans of the wicked?
4Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as a human being sees?
5Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a strong man,
6that You should seek out my iniquity and search out my sin,
7though You know that I am not guilty, yet there is no one to deliver from Your hand?
8Your hands molded and fashioned me, will You now destroy me completely?
9Remember You fashioned me like clay; will You return me to dust?
10Did You not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese,
11clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews?
12You gave me life and steadfast love, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
13Yet these things You have hid in Your heart, for I know that this is with You.
14If I sinned, You would watch me, and not acquit me of my iniquity.
15If I am guilty, woe to me! Even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and conscious of my affliction.
16If my head is held high, You hunt me like a lion, and again work wonders against me.
17You renew Your witnesses against me, and increase Your anger toward me, change and warfare are with me.
18Why then did You bring me out from the womb? I should have died so no eye would have seen me.
19If only I had never come into being, or been carried from womb to grave.
20Are not my days few? Then stop, leave me alone so I might have a little joy,
21before I depart, and never return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
22the land of utter darkness, like the deepest darkness and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.