1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon
2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou
3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou
8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about;
9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and
12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath
13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this
14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from
15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I
17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh
20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may