10:1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

10:2 I will tell God, `Do not condemn me, Show me why you contend with me.

10:3 Is it good to you that you should oppress, That you should despise the work of your hands, And smile on the counsel of the wicked?

10:4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Or do you see as man sees?

10:5 Are your days as the days of mortals, Or your years as man`s years,

10:6 That you inquire after my iniquity, And search after my sin?

10:7 Although you know that I am not wicked, There is no one who can deliver out of your hand.

10:8 `Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether; Yet you destroy me.

10:9 Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

10:10 Haven`t you poured me out like milk, And curdled me like cheese?

10:11 You have clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.

10:12 You have granted me life and lovingkindness. Your visitation has preserved my spirit.

10:13 Yet you hid these things in your heart. I know that this is with you:

10:14 If I sin, then you mark me. You will not acquit me from my iniquity.

10:15 If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, Being filled with disgrace, And conscious of my affliction.

10:16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.

10:17 You renew your witnesses against me, And increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.

10:18 `Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.

10:19 I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

10:20 Aren`t my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

10:21 Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;