1 My soul is weary of my life;
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;
3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh?
5 Are thy days as the days of man,
6 That thou inquirest after mine iniquity,
7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked,
8 Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay;
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk,
11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh,
12 Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness;
13 Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart;
14 If I sin, then thou markest me,
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me;
16 And if
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me,
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?
19 I should have been as though I had not been;
20 Are not my days few? cease then,
21 Before I go whence I shall not return,
22 The land dark as midnight,