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¹ My soule is weary of my life, I will leaue my complaint vpon my selfe; I will speake in the bitternesse of my soule. ² I will say vnto God, Doe not condemne mee; shewe me wherefore thou contendest with me. ³ Is it good vnto thee, that thou shouldest oppresse? that thou shouldest despise the worke of thine hands? and shine vpon the counsell of the wicked? ⁴ Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth? ⁵ Are thy dayes as the dayes of man? are thy yeeres as mans dayes, ⁶ That thou enquirest after mine iniquitie, and searchest after my sinne? ⁷ Thou knowest that I am not wicked, and there is none that can deliuer out of thine hand.

⁸ Thine hands haue made me and fashioned me together round about yet thou doest destroy me. ⁹ Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe? ¹⁰ Hast thou not powred me out as milke, and cruddled me like cheese? ¹¹ Thou hast cloathed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinewes. ¹² Thou hast granted me life and fauour, and thy visitation hath preserued my spirit. ¹³ And these things hast thou hid in thine heart; I know that this is with thee.

¹⁴ If I sinne, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquite me from mine iniquitie. ¹⁵ If I be wicked, woe vnto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift vp my head: I am full of confusion, therefore see thou mine affliction: ¹⁶ For it increaseth: thou huntest me as a fierce Lion: and againe thou shewest thy selfe marueilous vpon me. ¹⁷ Thou renuest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation vpon me; Changes and warre are against me. ¹⁸ Wherfore then hast thou brought me forth out of the wombe? Oh that I had giuen vp the ghost, and no eye had seene me! ¹⁹ I should haue bene as though I had not bene, I should haue bene caried from the wombe to the graue. ²⁰ Are not my dayes few? cease then, and let me alone that I may take comfort a litle, ²¹ Before I goe whence I shall not returne, euen to the land of darknes and the shadow of death, ²² A land of darknes, as darknes it selfe, and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkenes.