My soulis wearyof my life; I will leavemy complaintuponmyself; I will speakin the bitternessof my soul. I will sayuntoGod, Do notcondemnme; showme whereforethou contendestwith me. Is it goodunto thee thatthou shouldest oppress, thatthou shouldest despisethe workof thine hands, and shineuponthe counselof the wicked? Hast thou eyesof flesh? orseestthou as manseeth? Are thy daysas the daysof man? are thy yearsas man's days, Thatthou inquirestafter mine iniquity, and searchestafter my sin? Thou knowestthatI am notwicked; and there is nonethat can deliverout of thine hand. Thine handshave mademe and fashionedme togetherround about; yet thou dost destroyme. Remember, I beseech thee, thatthou hast mademe as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? Hast thou notpoured me outas milk, and curdledme like cheese? Thou hast clothedme with skinand flesh, and hast fencedme with bonesand sinews. Thou hast grantedme lifeand favor, and thy visitationhath preservedmy spirit. And these things hast thou hidin thine heart: I knowthatthis is withthee. IfI sin, then thou markestme, and thou wilt notacquitme from mine iniquity. IfI be wicked, woeunto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I notlift upmy head. I am fullof confusion; therefore seethou mine affliction; For it increaseth. Thou huntestme as a fierce lion: and againthou showest thyself marvelousupon me. Thou renewestthy witnessesagainstme, and increasestthine indignationuponme; changesand war are againstme. Whereforethen hast thou brought me forthout of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and noeyehad seenme! I should have beenas thoughI had notbeen; I should have been carriedfrom the wombto the grave. Are notmy daysfew? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comforta little, BeforeI go whence I shall notreturn, even tothe landof darknessand the shadow of death; A landof darkness, asdarkness itself; and of the shadow of death, withoutany order, and where the light is asdarkness.