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¹ My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; 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, or thy years as man's days,⁶ That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin,⁷ Although thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand?

⁸ Thine hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as 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 knit me together with bones and sinews.¹² Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.¹³ Yet these things thou didst hide 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 shall I not lift up my head; being filled with ignominy and looking upon mine affliction.¹⁶ And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvelous upon me.¹⁷ Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and warfare are with me.¹⁸ Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? 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 of the shadow of death;²² A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; a land of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.