1 “I loathe my life;
I will give free utterance to my complaint;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
let me know why you contend against me.
to despise the work of your hands
and favor the designs of the wicked?
Do you see as man sees?
or your years as a man’s years,
and search for my sin,
and there is none to deliver out of your hand?
and now you have destroyed me altogether.
and will you return me to the dust?
and curdle me like cheese?
and knit me together with bones and sinews.
and your care has preserved my spirit.
I know that this was your purpose.
and do not acquit me of my iniquity.
If I am in the right, I cannot lift up my head,
for I am filled with disgrace
and look on my affliction.
and again work wonders against me.
and increase your vexation toward me;
you bring fresh troops against me.
Would that I had died before any eye had seen me
carried from the womb to the grave.
Then cease, and leave me alone, that I may find a little cheer
to the land of darkness and deep shadow,
like deep shadow without any order,
where light is as thick darkness.”