[1] “My soul has been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul. [2] I say to God, Do not condemn me, || Let me know why You strive [with] me. [3] Is it good for You that You oppress? That You despise the labor of Your hands, || And shine on the counsel of the wicked? [4] Do you have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees? [5] [Are] Your days as the days of man? Your years as the days of a man? [6] That You inquire for my iniquity, || And seek for my sin? [7] For You know that I am not wicked, || And there is no deliverer from Your hand. [8] Your hands have taken pains about me, || And they make me together all around, || And You swallow me up! [9] Please remember || That You have made me as clay, || And You bring me back to dust. [10] Do You not pour me out as milk? And curdle me as cheese? [11] Skin and flesh You put on me, || And fence me with bones and sinews. [12] Life and kindness You have done with me. And Your inspection has preserved my spirit. [13] And these You have laid up in Your heart, I have known that this [is] with You. [14] If I sinned, then You have observed me, || And do not acquit me from my iniquity, [15] If I have done wickedly—woe to me, || And righteously—I do not lift up my head, || Full of shame—then see my affliction, [16] And it rises—as a lion You hunt me. And You turn back—You show Yourself wonderful in me. [17] You renew Your witnesses against me, and multiply Your anger with me, || Changes and warfare [are] with me. [18] And why from the womb || Have You brought me forth? I expire, and the eye does not see me. [19] I am as [if] I had not been, || I am brought from the belly to the grave, [20] Are my days not few? Cease then, and put from me, || And I brighten up a little, [21] Before I go, and do not return, || To a land of darkness and death-shade, [22] A land of obscurity as thick darkness, || Death-shade—and no order, || And the shining [is] as thick darkness.”
