1 “My soul loathes my life;
I will [a]give free course to my complaint,
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Show me why You contend with me.
That You should despise the work of Your hands,
And smile on the counsel of the wicked?
Or do You see as man sees?
Are Your years like the days of a mighty man,
And search out my sin,
And there is no one who can deliver from Your hand?
An intricate unity;
Yet You would destroy me.
And will You turn me into dust again?
And curdle me like cheese,
And knit me together with bones and sinews?
And Your care has preserved my spirit.
I know that this was with You:
And will not acquit me of my iniquity.
Even if I am righteous, I [b]cannot lift up my head.
I am full of disgrace;
See my misery!
You hunt me like a fierce lion,
And again You show Yourself awesome against me.
And increase Your indignation toward me;
Changes and war are ever with me.
Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
Cease! Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort,
To the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
As the shadow of death, without any order,
Where even the light is like darkness.’ ”