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[1]My soul is cut off though I live: I will leave my complaint upon myself, and will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
[2]I will say unto God, Condemn me not: show me, wherefore thou contendest with me.
[3]Thinkest thou it good to oppress me, and to cast off the labor of thine hands, and to favor the counsel of the wicked?
[4]Hast thou carnal eyes? Or dost thou see as man seeth?
[5]Are thy days as man's days? Or thy years, as the time of man,
[6]That thou inquirest of mine iniquity, and searchest out my sin?
[7]Thou knowest that I cannot do wickedly: for none can deliver me out of thine hand.
[8]Thine hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and wilt thou destroy me?
[9]Remember, I pray 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 turned me to curds like cheese?
[11]Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and joined me together with bones and sinews.
[12]Thou hast given me life, and grace: and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
[13]Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I know that it is so with thee.
[14]If I have sinned, then thou wilt straightly look unto me, and wilt not hold me guiltless of mine iniquity.
[15]If I have done wickedly, woe unto me: if I have done righteously, I will not lift up mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
[16]But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lion: return and show thyself marvelous upon me.
[17]Thou renewest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorrows are against me.
[18]Wherefore then hast thou brought me out of the womb? Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seen me!
[19]And that I were as I had not been, but brought from the womb to the grave!
[20]Are not my days few? Let him cease, and leave off from me, that I may take a little comfort,
[21]Before I go and shall not return, even to the land of darkness and shadow of death:
[22]Into a land, I say, dark as darkness itself, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkness.
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