O that thou wouldst hide me in the grave! that thou wouldst keep me
secret, till thy wrath be past!
My face is foul with weeping; and on my eye-lid is the shadow of death.
My friends scorn me; but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
A dreadful sound is in my ears; in prosperity the destroyer came upon me!
I have sinned! what shall I do unto thee, O thou Preserver of men! why
hast thou set me as a mark against thee; so that I am a burden to myself!
When I say my bed shall comfort me; my couch shall ease my complaint;
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than life.
I loath it! I would not live always!--Let me alone; for my days are
vanity!
He hath made me a bye-word of the people; and aforetime I was as a
tabret.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my
heart.
When I looked for good, then evil came unto me; and when I waited for
light, then came darkness.