You have clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
You have granted me life and lovingkindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:
If I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, Being filled with disgrace, And conscious of my affliction.
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
You renew your witnesses against me, And increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;