1 “I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I say to God: Do not declare me guilty, but tell me what charges you have against me.
3 Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as a mortal sees?
5 Are your days like those of a mortal or your years like those of a strong man,
6 that you must search out my faults and probe after my sin—
7 though you know that I am not guilty and that no one can rescue me from your hand?
8 “Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?