¹ “I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul. ² I say to God: Do not declare me guilty, but tell me what charges you have against me. ³ Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked? ⁴ Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as a mortal sees? ⁵ Are your days like those of a mortal or your years like those of a strong man, ⁶ that you must search out my faults and probe after my sin— ⁷ though you know that I am not guilty and that no one can rescue me from your hand? ⁸ “Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?