My soul is
weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon
myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my
soul.
02 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew
me wherefore thou contendest with me.
03 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?
04 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man
seeth?
05 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years
as man's days,
06 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and
searchest after my sin?
07 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there
is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
08 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me
together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
09 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.
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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 me.
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and
increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and
war are against me.
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 me!
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.
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