Why did I not die from the womb, come from the womb and expire?

Why did the knees go before me; or why the breasts, that I should suck?

Why is light given to one who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,

I have sinned. What shall I do to You, O Watcher of men? Why have You set me as a target for You, so that I am a burden to myself?

And why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall sleep in the dust, and You shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

I have been condemned; why then should I labor in vain?

I will say to God, Do not condemn me; make me know why You contend with me.

Why then have You brought me from the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me!

Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?

Why do You hide Your face, and hold me for Your enemy?

Why does your heart carry you away? And what do your eyes wink at,

Why are we counted as cattle, or seem stupid in your sight?

Why do you, like God, persecute me and are not satisfied with my flesh?

For you ought to say, Why do we persecute him, since the root of the matter is found in me?

As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should my spirit not be troubled?

Why do the wicked live? They grow old and become mighty in power.

Since times are not hidden from the Almighty, why do those who know Him not see His days?

Behold, all you have seen it yourselves; why then do you become completely vain?

Why do you fight against Him? For He does not give account for any of His matters.