| | 1 | My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. | |
| | 2 | I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me. | |
| | 3 | Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? | |
| | 4 | Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth? | |
| | 5 | Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days, | |
| | 6 | That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin? | |
| | 7 | Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand. | |
| | 8 | Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. | |
| | 9 | Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? | |
| | 10 | Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese? | |
| | 11 | Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. | |
| | 12 | Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. | |
| | 13 | And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee. | |
| | 14 | If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity. | |
| | 15 | If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; | |
| | 16 | For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me. | |
| | 17 | Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me. | |
| | 18 | Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me! | |
| | 19 | I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave. | |
| | 20 | Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, | |
| | 21 | Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; | |
| | 22 | A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness. | |
