Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh and hast hedged me with bones and sinews.

Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation has kept my spirit.

If I sinned, wilt thou mark me and not cleanse me from my iniquity?

Thou dost renew thy plagues against me and increase thine indignation upon me, bringing up armies against me.

before I go, to not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

And these things thou hast hid in thine heart; I know that this is with thee.

Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Why then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit and no eye had seen me!

If I am wicked, woe unto me; and if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, being full of dishonour and of seeing my affliction.

My soul is cut off in my life; therefore, I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; cause me to understand why thou dost contend with me.

I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Hast thou not poured me out as milk and curdled me like cheese?

Remember now that thou hast formed me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Is it good unto thee that thou should oppress, that thou should reject the work of thine hands and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is no one that can deliver out of thy hand.

Hast thou eyes of flesh? Dost thou see as man sees?

Are thy days as the days of man? Are thy years as man's days,

that thou dost enquire after my iniquity and search after my sin?

Thine hands have formed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

And thou dost increase. Thou dost hunt me as a fierce lion; turning and doing marvels in me.