1My soul loathes my life; I will leave behind my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2I will say to God, Do not condemn me; show me why You contend with me. 3Has it been delightful to You that You oppress, that You despise the work of Your hands, and have shone on the counsel of the wicked? 4Do You have eyes of flesh? Or do You see as man sees? 5Are Your days like the days of mortal man? Are Your years like the days of a mighty man, 6that You should seek out my iniquity and search out my sin, 7although You know that I am not wicked, and there is no one who can rescue out of Your hand? 8Your hands have made me and fashioned me together all around; yet You swallow me up. 9Remember, I beseech You, that You have made me like clay. And will You bring me back and return me to dust? 10Did you not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese? 11You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews. 12You have granted me life and favor, and Your care has preserved my spirit. 13And these things You have hidden in Your heart; I have known that this was with You. 14If I have sinned, then You have kept watch over me, and will not acquit me of my iniquity. 15If I have been wicked, woe to me! And if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head; I am full of disgrace. Pay attention to my affliction! 16If I am exalted, You hunt me like a lion, and return to show Yourself wondrously to me. 17You renew Your witnesses against me, and increase Your indignation toward me; changes and war are with me. 18Why then have You brought me out of the womb? Oh, that I had expired and no eye had seen me! 19I would have been as though I had not been. I would have been carried from the womb to the grave. 20Are not my days few? Then cease and leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort 21before I go and not return; to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; 22a land of darkness and gloom, as the shadow of death, without any order; where it shines as darkness.