- 1. ¶ MY soul is weary of my life; I have reasoned in my judgment; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
- 2. I will say to God. Do not condemn me; show me why thou dost contend with me.
- 3. Is it not enough to thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst despise the work of thy hands, and regard the counsel of the wicked?
- 4. Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as a man sees?
- 5. Are thy days as the days of men? Are thy years as man’s days?
- 6. That thou enquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sins?
- 7. Thou knowest that I am innocent; and there is none that can deliver himself out of thy hands.
- 8. ¶ Thy hands have made me and fashioned me: and afterward thou wishest to condemn me, and to destroy me.
- 9. Remember that thou hast made me as clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
- 10. Thou hast churned me as milk, and curdled me as cheese.
- 11. Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast strengthened me with bones and sinews.
- 12. Thou hast granted me life and peace, and thy commandments have preserved my spirit.
- 13. And these things hast thou hid in thy heart; I know that this is in thy mind.
- 14. ¶ if I sin, then thou dost watch me, and thou dost not acquit me from my iniquity.
- 15. If I be wicked, woe is me! and if I be righteous, still I cannot lift up my head. I have enough of reproach; I have seen my affliction.
- 16. And if I exalt myself, thou dost hunt me like a lion, and then thou dost turn and show thyself gigantic over me.
- 17. Thou hast set thy armor against me, and increasest thy indignation toward me. Thou dost array one host after another against me.
- 18. Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
- 19. I should have been as though I had not lived; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
- 20. The days of my life are few; let me alone, that I may be quiet and rest a little
- 21. Before I go from whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death.
- 22. A land of loneliness and deep darkness, and of the shadow of death, without any order or time; wearisome like a deep pit.
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