1
My
soul
is
weary
of
my
life;
I
will
leave
my
complaint
upon
myself;
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
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?
[are]
thy
years
as
man’s
days,
6
That
thou
enquirest
after
mine
iniquity,
and
searchest
after
my
sin?
7
Thou
knowest
that
I
am
not
wicked;
and
[there
is]
none
that
can
deliver
out
of
thine
hand.
8
Thine
hands
have
made
me
and
fashioned
me
together
round
about;
yet
thou
dost
destroy
9
Remember,
I
beseech
thee,
that
thou
hast
made
me
as
the
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
hast
fenced
me
with
bones
and
sinews.
12
Thou
hast
granted
me
life
and
favour,
and
thy
visitation
hath
preserved
my
spirit.
13
And
these
[things]
hast
thou
hid
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]
will
I
not
lift
up
my
head.
[I
am]
full
of
confusion;
therefore
see
thou
mine
affliction;
16
For
it
increaseth.
Thou
huntest
me
as
a
fierce
lion:
and
again
thou
shewest
thyself
marvellous
upon
17
Thou
renewest
thy
witnesses
against
me,
and
increasest
thine
indignation
upon
me;
changes
and
war
[are]
against
18
Wherefore
then
hast
thou
brought
me
forth
out
of
the
womb?
Oh
that
I
had
given
up
the
ghost,
and
no
eye
had
seen
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
the
shadow
of
death;
22
A
land
of
darkness,
as
darkness
[itself;
and]
of
the
shadow
of
death,
without
any
order,
and
[where]
the
light
[is]
as
darkness.