10 “I loathe my life;
I will give free utterance to my complaint;
    I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
² I will say to God, Do not condemn me;
    let me know why you contend against me.
³ Does it seem good to you to oppress,
    to despise the work of your hands
    and favor the designs of the wicked?
⁴ Have you eyes of flesh?
    Do you see as man sees?
⁵ Are your days as the days of man,
    or your years as a man's years,
⁶ that you seek out my iniquity
    and search for my sin,
⁷ although you know that I am not guilty,
    and there is none to deliver out of your hand?
⁸ Your hands fashioned and made me,
    and now you have destroyed me altogether.
⁹ Remember that you have made me like clay;
    and will you return me to the dust?
¹⁰ Did you not pour me out like milk
    and curdle me like cheese?
¹¹ You clothed me with skin and flesh,
    and knit me together with bones and sinews.
¹² You have granted me life and steadfast love,
    and your care has preserved my spirit.
¹³ Yet these things you hid in your heart;
    I know that this was your purpose.
¹⁴ If I sin, you watch me
    and do not acquit me of my iniquity.
¹⁵ If I am guilty, woe to me!
    If I am in the right, I cannot lift up my head,
for I am filled with disgrace
    and look on my affliction.
¹⁶ And were my head lifted up,^[a] you would hunt me like a lion
    and again work wonders against me.
¹⁷ You renew your witnesses against me
    and increase your vexation toward me;
    you bring fresh troops against me.