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10 “I hate my own life, so I will complain freely.
    I am very bitter, so now I will speak.
I will say to God, ‘Don’t just say I am guilty!
    Tell me what you have against me.
Do you enjoy hurting me?
    Do you enjoy ignoring me while smiling at what evil people say?
Do you have human eyes?
    Do you see things the way people do?
Is your life as short as ours?
    Is your life as short as a man’s life?
You look for my wrong
    and search for my sin.
You know I am innocent,
    but no one can save me from your power!
Your hands made me and shaped my body.
    But now they are closing around me and squeezing me to death!
Remember, you molded me like clay.
    Will you turn me into clay again?
10 You poured me out like milk.
    You spun me around and squeezed me like someone making cheese.
11 You put me together with bones and muscles,
    and then you clothed me with skin and flesh.
12 You gave me life and were very kind to me.
    You cared for me and watched over my spirit.
13 But this is what you hid in your heart.
    Now I know what you were planning for me.
14 If I sinned, you would be watching me
    so that you could punish me for doing wrong.
15 If I sin, I am guilty
    and should be cursed.
But even when I am innocent,
    I cannot lift up my head.
I am so ashamed
    because of all the troubles I have.
16 If I have any success and feel proud,
    you hunt me down like a lion
    and show your power over me.
17 You bring witness after witness
    to prove that I am wrong.
Again and again you show your anger
    as you send army after army against me.
18 So why did you let me be born?
    I wish I had died before anyone saw me.
19 I wish I had never lived.
    I wish they had carried me from my mother’s womb straight to the grave.
20 My life is almost finished.
    So leave me alone!
    Let me enjoy the little time I have left.
21 I am going soon to the land of no return,
    the place of death and darkness—
22 that land of darkest night, of shadows and confusion,
    where even the light is darkness.’”

10 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

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

Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

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

That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

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

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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

11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

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

14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

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

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

21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

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