Are your days like those of a mortal or your years like those of a man,1
that you must search out my faults and probe after my sin2--
though you know that I am not guilty3 and that no one can rescue me from your hand?4
"Your hands shaped5 me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?6
Remember that you molded me like clay.7 Will you now turn me to dust again?8
Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese,
clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together9 with bones and sinews?
You gave me life10 and showed me kindness,11 and in your providence12 watched over13 my spirit.
"But this is what you concealed in your heart, and I know that this was in your mind:14
If I sinned, you would be watching me15 and would not let my offense go unpunished.16
If I am guilty17--woe to me!18 Even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head,19 for I am full of shame and drowned in my affliction.20