My soul is weary of my life;{HR}I will give way to my plaint,{HR}I will speak in the bitterness of my soul,
I will say to God, Condemn me not;{HR}Let me know why thou contendest with me,
[Is it] good to thee that thou oppressest,{HR}That thou despisest the work of thy hands,{HR}And hast shone on the counsel of the wicked?
Hast thou eyes of flesh?{HR}Seest thou as mortal man seeth?
[Are] thy days as the days of mortal man?{HR}[Are] thy years as the days of a man,
That thou inquirest for my guilt,{HR}And searchest after my sin,
Upon thy knowledge that I am not guilty,{HR}And that none can deliver out of thy hand?
Thy hands have carved me, and fashioned me round about,{HR}And yet thou destroyest me!
O remember now that as clay thou formedst me,{HR}And yet thou bringest me back to dust
Didst thou not pour me out as milk,{HR}And curdle me like cheese,
Clothe me with skin and flesh,{HR}And fence me with bones and sinews?
Life and favor hast thou shown me,{HR}And thy care hath preserved my spirit;
And these things hast thou hid in thy heart!{HR}I know that this [was] with thee.
If I should sin, thou wouldest mark me,{HR}And not in mine iniquity hold me guiltless.
If I be guilty, woe unto me!{HR}And righteous, I durst not raise my head,{HR}Filled with shame, and seeing my misery;
And should it hold itself up, as a lion thou wouldest hunt me,{HR}And turn again, and act wondrously against me.
Thou wouldest renew thy witnesses against me{HR}And multiply thy displeasure against me —{HR}Reinforcements, and a host upon me.
Why then didst Thou bring me forth from the womb?{HR}I might have expired, and no eye had seen me;
I might have been as though I had not been;{HR}I might have been borne from the belly to the grave.
[Are] not my days few? Let him leave me{HR}And put himself from me, that I may brighten up a little,
Before I go, and return not,{HR}To a land of darkness and death-shade,
A land of gloom, like pitch-darkness itself,{HR}Death-shade, without order,{HR}And the shining like pitch-darkness itself.