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 will say to God: Do not condemn me, 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 schemes 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 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? |
9 Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again? |
10 Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese, |
11 clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews? |
12 You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence watched over my spirit. |
13 "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 me and would not let my offense go unpunished. |
15 If I am guilty--woe to me! Even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head, for I am full of shame and drowned in my affliction. |
16 If I hold my head high, you stalk me like a lion and again display your awesome power against me. |
17 You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger toward me; your forces come against me wave upon wave. |
18 "Why then did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died before any eye saw me. |
19 If only I had never come into being, or had been carried straight from the womb to the grave! |
20 Are not my few days almost over? Turn away from me so I can have a moment's joy |
21 before I go to the place of no return, to the land of gloom and deep shadow, |
22 to the land of deepest night, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness." |