1 Weary in my soul, I will pour my words with groans upon him: I will speak being straitened in the bitterness of my soul.
2 And I will say to the Lord, Do not teach me to be impious; and wherefore hast thou thus judged me?
3 Is it good before thee if I be unrighteous? for thou hast disowned the work of thy hands, and attended to the counsel of the ungodly.
4 Or dost thou see as a mortal sees? or wilt thou look as a man sees?
5 Or is thy life human, or thy years of a man,
6 that thou hast enquired into mine iniquity, and searched out my sins?
7 For thou knowest that I have not committed iniquity: but who is he that can deliver out of thy hands?
8 Thy hands have formed me and made me; afterwards thou didst change , and smite me.
9 Remember that thou hast made me clay, and thou dost turn me again to earth.
10 Hast thou not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11 And thou didst clothe me with skin and flesh, and frame me with bones and sinews.
12 And thou didst bestow upon me life and mercy, and thy oversight has preserved my spirit.
13 Having these things in thyself, I know that thou canst do all things; for nothing is impossible with thee.
14 And if I should sin, thou watchest me; and thou hast not cleared me from iniquity.
15 Or if I should be ungodly, woe is me: and if I should be righteous, I cannot lift myself up, for I am full of dishonour.
16 For I am hunted like a lion for slaughter; for again thou hast changed and art terribly destroying me;
17 renewing against me my torture: and thou hast dealt with me in great anger, and thou hast brought trials upon me.
18 Why then didst thou bring me out of the womb? and why did I not die, and no eye see me,
19 and I become as if I had not been? for why was I not carried from the womb to the grave?
20 Is not the time of my life short? suffer me to rest a little,
21 before I go whence I shall not return, to a land of darkness and gloominess;
22 to a land of perpetual darkness, where there is no light, neither see the life of mortals.