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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 mans 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 little²¹ 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.