You clothed me with skin and flesh,
and wove me together with bones and tendons.

You gave me life and faithful love,
and Your care has guarded my life.

if I sin, You would notice,
and would not acquit me of my wrongdoing.

You produce new witnesses against me
and multiply Your anger toward me.
Hardships assault me, wave after wave.

before I go to a land of darkness and gloom,
never to return.

“Yet You concealed these thoughts in Your heart;
I know that this was Your hidden plan:

Are my days not few? Stop it!
Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little

“Why did You bring me out of the womb?
I should have died and never been seen.

If I am wicked, woe to me!
And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head.
I am filled with shame
and aware of my affliction.

I am disgusted with my life.
I will express my complaint
and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

It is a land of blackness like the deepest darkness,
gloomy and chaotic,
where even the light is like the darkness.”

I will say to God:
“Do not declare me guilty!
Let me know why You prosecute me.

I wish I had never existed
but had been carried from the womb to the grave.

Did You not pour me out like milk
and curdle me like cheese?

Please remember that You formed me like clay.
Will You now return me to dust?

Is it good for You to oppress,
to reject the work of Your hands,
and favor the plans of the wicked?

even though You know that I am not wicked
and that there is no one who can deliver from Your hand?

Do You have eyes of flesh,
or do You see as a human sees?

Are Your days like those of a human,
or Your years like those of a man,

that You look for my wrongdoing
and search for my sin,

“Your hands shaped me and formed me.
Will You now turn and destroy me?

If I am proud, You hunt me like a lion
and again display Your miraculous power against me.