Let me know why You contend with me.

‘Is it right for You indeed to oppress,

To reject the labor of Your hands,

And to look favorably on the schemes of the wicked?

‘Have You eyes of flesh?

Or do You see as a man sees?

‘Are Your days as the days of a mortal,

Or Your years as man’s years,

That You should seek for my guilt

And search after my sin?

‘According to Your knowledge I am indeed not guilty,

Yet there is no deliverance from Your hand.

‘Your hands fashioned and made me altogether,

And would You destroy me?

‘Remember now, that You have made me as clay;

And would You turn me into dust again?

‘Did You not pour me out like milk

And curdle me like cheese;

Clothe me with skin and flesh,

And knit me together with bones and sinews?

‘You have granted me life and lovingkindness;

And Your care has preserved my spirit.

‘Yet these things You have concealed in Your heart;

I know that this is within You:

If I sin, then You would take note of me,

And would not acquit me of my guilt.

‘If I am wicked, woe to me!

And if I am righteous, I dare not lift up my head.

I am sated with disgrace and conscious of my misery.

‘Should my head be lifted up, You would hunt me like a lion;

And again You would show Your power against me.

‘You renew Your witnesses against me

And increase Your anger toward me;

Hardship after hardship is with me.

‘Why then have You brought me out of the womb?

Would that I had died and no eye had seen me!

‘I should have been as though I had not been,

Carried from womb to tomb.’

Withdraw from me that I may have a little cheer

Before I go⁠—and I shall not return⁠—

To the land of darkness and deep shadow,

The land of utter gloom as darkness itself,

Of deep shadow without order,

And which shines as the darkness.”