1I am tired of living. I will complain freely. I will speak out of my bitter soul.
2I will say to God, 'Don't condemn me. Show me why you are fighting with me.'
3Is it right for you to oppress me, to reject what your own hands have made, and to favor the plans of the wicked?
4Do you have human eyes? Or do you see things the way people do?
5Are your days like the days of humans, or your years like human years,
6that you investigate my wrongdoing and search for my sin?
7Even though you know I am not wicked, no one can rescue me from your power.
8Your hands shaped and formed me completely, yet now you are destroying me.
9Please remember that you molded me like clay. Will you turn me back to dust again?
10Didn't you pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?
11You clothed me with skin and flesh, and connected me with bones and muscles.
12You gave me life and showed me kindness. Your care has preserved my spirit.
13Yet you kept these things in your heart. I know this is what you had planned:
14If I sin, you mark me, and you will not forgive my wrongdoing.
15If I am wicked, I am in trouble. If I am righteous, I still cannot hold my head high, filled with shame and aware of my suffering.
16If I do hold my head high, you hunt me like a lion, and again you show your power against me.
17You bring new witnesses against me and increase your anger toward me. Hardships and attacks continue against me.
18So why did you bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died, and no one had ever seen me.
19I should have been as if I had never existed, carried from the womb straight to the grave.
20Aren't my days few? Stop then. Leave me alone, so I can find a little comfort,
21before I go to the place from which I will not return, to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
22a land as dark as midnight, of deep shadows, without any order, where even the light is like midnight.