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?