1 “I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul. | TOSK |
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me. | TOSK |
3 Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked? | TOSK |
4 Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees? | TOSK |
5 Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man, | TOSK |
6 that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin— | TOSK |
7 though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand? | TOSK |
8 Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me? | TOSK |
9 Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust? | TOSK |
10 Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese? | TOSK |
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews. | TOSK |
12 You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit. | TOSK |
13 Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind: | IP | TOSK |
14 If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity. | TOSK |
15 If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction. | TOSK |
16 Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me. | TOSK |
17 You produce new witnesses against me and multiply Your anger toward me. Hardships assault me in wave after wave. | TOSK |
18 Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me! | TOSK |
19 If only I had never come to be, but had been carried from the womb to the grave. | TOSK |
20 Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort, | TOSK |
21 before I go—never to return—to a land of darkness and gloom, | TOSK |
22 to a land of utter darkness, of deep shadow and disorder, where even the light is like darkness.” | TOSK |