“I loathe my own life;
I will give full vent to my complaint;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Oh that You would hide me in Sheol,
That You would conceal me until Your wrath returns to You,
That You would set a limit for me and remember me!
"Oh that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my longing! "Would that God were willing to crush me, That He would loose His hand and cut me off! "But it is still my consolation, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One. read more.
"What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should endure?
"Is not man forced to labor on earth, And are not his days like the days of a hired man? "As a slave who pants for the shade, And as a hired man who eagerly waits for his wages, So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed me.
So that my soul would choose suffocation, Death rather than my pains. "I waste away; I will not live forever Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.