1. My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2. I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive [with] me.
3. Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?
4. Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth--seest Thou?
5. As the days of man [are] Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
6. That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
7. For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
8. Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
9. Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.