Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?

Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?

Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;

If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?

And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.

You will not let me be clear of sin! why then do I take trouble for nothing?

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,

Why is your face veiled from me, as if I was numbered among your haters?

Why is your heart uncontrolled, and why are your eyes lifted up;

Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?

Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?

Why is life given to the evil-doers? why do they become old and strong in power?

Why then do you give me comfort with words in which there is no profit, when you see that there is nothing in your answers but deceit?

Why are times not stored up by the Ruler of all, and why do those who have knowledge of him not see his days?

Truly, you have all seen it yourselves; why then have you become completely foolish?

Why do you put forward your cause against him, saying, He gives no answer to any of my words?