I speak with bitterness of soul, br ‘I hate my life; don’t prove me wrong. br O God, why do you oppose me? br Does oppression give pleasure, Lord? ’ br br ‘Why spurn the good work of your hands? br Can’t you perceive like how man sees? br Is your lifetime akin mortals? br You know I’m not a wicked man, br And yet you seek my sins and guilt! ’ br br ‘You fashioned me with your own hands br And then, why destroy me, O God? br From clay, you made me very well br Do you want to turn me to dust? ’ br br ‘Like milk, you poured me, made me cheese! br You clothed my bones with flesh and skin; br You gave me grace and spirit too; br You hide your purpose in your heart! ’ br br ‘You watch me sin but suffer guilt; br If I’m wicked, alas for me! br If righteous, what’s the advantage br To live in shame and afflicted? ’ br br ‘A lion-like, you hunt me down br And show your mighty power, Lord; br Repeatedly, you attack me br And harass me, so often, God.