1 I am sick of life! And from my deep despair, I complain to you, my God.
2 Don't just condemn me! Point out my sin.
3 Why do you take such delight in destroying those you created and in smiling on sinners?
4 Do you look at things the way we humans do?
5 Is your life as short as ours?
6 Is that why you are so quick to find fault with me?
7 You know I am innocent, but who can defend me against you?
8 Will you now destroy someone you created?
9 Remember that you molded me like a piece of clay. So don't turn me back into dust once again.
10 As cheese is made from milk, you created my body from a tiny drop.
11 Then you tied my bones together with muscles and covered them with flesh and skin.
12 You, the source of my life, showered me with kindness and watched over me.
13 You have not explained all of your mysteries,
14 but you catch and punish me each time I sin.
15 Guilty or innocent, I am condemned and ashamed because of my troubles.
16 No matter how hard I try, you keep hunting me down like a powerful lion.
17 You never stop accusing me; you become furious and attack over and over again.
18 Why did you let me be born? I would rather have died before birth
19 and been carried to the grave without ever breathing.
20 I have only a few days left. Why don't you leave me alone? Let me find some relief,
21 before I travel to the land
22 of darkness and despair, the place of no return.
The Contemporary English Version, c1995 by the American Bible Society.
Selected texts provided for use with the Hypertext Bible Commentary