1"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. 2I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. 3Is it good to you that you should oppress, 4Do you have eyes of flesh? 5Are your days as the days of mortals, 6that you inquire after my iniquity, 7Although you know that I am not wicked, 8"'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, 9Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. 10Haven't you poured me out like milk, 11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, 12You have granted me life and loving kindness. 13Yet you hid these things in your heart. 14if I sin, then you mark me. 15If I am wicked, woe to me. 16If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. 17You renew your witnesses against me, 18"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? 19I should have been as though I had not been. 20Aren't my days few? 21before I go where I shall not return from, 22the land dark as midnight,