That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
7Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
8Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
12Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
13Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:
14If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
15If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
16And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.