[1] I hate my own life. So I will complain freely. My soul is very bitter, so now I will speak.
[2] I will say to God: 'Don’t blame me! Tell me, What have I done wrong? What do you have against me?
[3] God, does hurting me make you happy? It seems that you don’t care about what you made. Or maybe you are happy with the plans that bad people make?
[4] God, do you have human eyes? Do you see things the way people do?
[5] Is your life as short as ours? Is your life as short as a man’s life? No! ˻So how do you know what it’s like?˼
[6] You look for my wrong and search for my sin.
[7] You know I am innocent, but no one can save me from your power!
[8] God, your hands made me and shaped my body. But now they are closing in on me and destroying me!
[9] God, remember, you made me like clay. Will you make into clay again?
[10] You pour me out like milk. You spin me and squeeze me like someone making cheese.
[11] You put me together with bones and muscles. And then you clothed me with skin and flesh.
[12] You gave me life and were very kind to me. You cared for me and watched over my spirit.
[13] But this is what you hid in your heart, I know this is what you secretly planned in your heart. Yes, I know this is what was in your mind:
[14] If I sinned, you would be watching me, so you could punish me for doing wrong.
[15] When I sin, I am guilty and it will be very bad for me. But I can’t lift up my head even when I am innocent! I am so ashamed and embarrassed.
[16] If I have any success and feel proud, you hunt me like a person hunts a lion. You again show your power against me.
[17] You always have someone to prove I am wrong. Your will show your anger at me again and again in many ways, as you send one army after another against me.
[18] So, God, why did you let me be born? I wish I had died before anyone saw me.
[19] I wish I had never lived. I wish I had been carried from my mother’s womb straight to the grave.
[20] My life is almost finished. So leave me alone! Let me enjoy the little time I have left,
[21] before I go to the place that no person comes back from, the place of darkness and death.
[22] ˻Let me enjoy the little time I have left˼ before I go to the place no one can see that place of darkness, shadows, and confusion. In that place even the light is dark.’”