1 “I am disgusted with my life.
Let me complain freely.
My bitter soul must complain.
tell me the charge you are bringing against me.
Why do you reject me, the work of your own hands,
while smiling on the schemes of the wicked?
Do you see things only as people see them?
Is your life so short
and search for my sin?
no one can rescue me from your hands.
yet now you completely destroy me.
will you turn me back to dust so soon?
and formed me in the womb.*
and you knit my bones and sinews together.
My life was preserved by your care.
your true intent—
you would not forgive my guilt.
and even if I’m innocent, I can’t hold my head high,
because I am filled with shame and misery.
and display your awesome power against me.
You pour out your growing anger on me
and bring fresh armies against me.
Why didn’t you let me die at birth?
going directly from the womb to the grave.
that I may have a moment of comfort
for the land of darkness and utter gloom.
a land of gloom and confusion,
where even the light is dark as midnight.’ ”