1 My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
         
                                
                        2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
         
                                
                        3 What profit is it to you to be cruel, to give up the work of your hands, looking kindly on the design of evil-doers?
         
                                
                        4 Have you eyes of flesh, or do you see as man sees?
         
                                
                        5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
         
                                
                        6 That you take note of my sin, searching after my wrongdoing,
         
                                
                        7 Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?