18:010:001 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon
myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
18:010:002 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou
contendest with me.
18:010:003 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
18:010:004 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
18:010:005 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
18:010:006 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after
my sin?
18:010:007 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can
deliver out of thine hand.
18:010:008 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round
about; yet thou dost destroy me.
18:010:009 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay;
and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
18:010:010 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like
cheese?