10
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 tell God, ‘Do
not condemn me.
Show me why
you contend with
me.
3 Is
it good to
you that you
should oppress,
that you should
despise the work
of your hands,
and smile on the
counsel of the
wicked?
4 Do
you have eyes
of flesh?
Or do you
see as man
sees?
5 Are
your days as
the days
of mortals,
or your years
as man’s years,
6 that
you inquire after
my iniquity,
and search after
my sin?
7 Although
you know that
I am not wicked,
there is no one
who can deliver
out of your
hand.
8 “ ‘Your
hands have framed
me and fashioned
me altogether,
yet you destroy
me.
9 Remember,
I beg you,
that you have
fashioned me as
clay.
Will you bring
me into dust
again?
10 Haven’t you
poured me out
like milk,
and curdled me
like cheese?
11 You have
clothed me with
skin and flesh,
and knit me
together with
bones and sinews.
12 You
have granted me
life and loving
kindness.
Your visitation
has preserved my
spirit.
13 Yet
you hid these
things in your
heart.
I know that
this is with
you:
14 if
I sin, then
you mark me.
You will not
acquit me from
my iniquity.
15 If I am
wicked, woe to me.
If I am righteous,
I still will not
lift up my
head,
being filled with
disgrace,
and conscious of
my affliction.
16 If
my head is held
high, you hunt
me like a
lion.
Again you
show yourself powerful to
me.
17 You
renew your
witnesses against
me,
and increase your
indignation on me.
Changes and
warfare are with
me.
18 “ ‘Why,
then, have you
brought me out
of the womb?
I wish I had given
up the spirit, 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 Aren’t my
days few?
Stop!
Leave me alone,
that I may find
a little comfort,
21 before
I go where
I will not
return from,
to the land of
darkness and of
the shadow of
death;
22 the land
dark as midnight,
of the shadow
of death,
without any order,
where the light
is as midnight.’ ”