By you I was clothed with skin and flesh, and joined together with bones and muscles.

You have been kind to me, and your grace has been with me, and your care has kept my spirit safe.

That, if I did wrong, you would take note of it, and would not make me clear from sin:

That you would send new witnesses against me, increasing your wrath against me, and letting loose new armies on me.

Before I go to the place from which I will not come back, to the land where all is dark and black,

But you kept these things in the secret of your heart; I am certain this was in your thoughts:

Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

Why then did you make me come out of my mother's body? It would have been better for me to have taken my last breath, and for no eye to have seen me,

That, if I was an evil-doer, the curse would come on me; and if I was upright, my head would not be lifted up, being full of shame and overcome with trouble.

My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

A land of thick dark, without order, where the very light is dark.

I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.

And for me to have been as if I had not been; to have been taken from my mother's body straight to my last resting-place.

Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?

O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?

What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?

Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?

Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?

Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,

That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,

Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.

And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me: