Does it please you to oppress me
To spurn the work of your hands
While you smile on the plans of the wicked?
Are your days like those of a mortal
Or your years like those of a strong man
That you must search out my faults and probe after my sin
Your hands shaped me and made me
Will they now turn and destroy me?
You molded me like clay just to turn me into dust
Let me go to the place of no return; to the land of deepest night
Where Death projects his shadow; intercepting life and light
The poor and the rich are there; the beggars and the kings
Without order, no arrangement; no distinction of beings
Their bodies in equal corruption and disgrace
Dwelling in the darkest embrace
You gave me life and showed me kindness
And in your providence watched over me
But this is what you concealed in your heart and mind
If I sinned, you would be watching
My offense would not go unpunished
I am full of shame and drowned in my affliction
You bring new witnesses against me
And increase your anger towards me
Your forces come against me wave upon wave
Let me go to the place of no return; to the land of deepest night
Where Death projects his shadow; intercepting life and light
The poor and the rich are there; the beggars and the kings
Without order, no arrangement; no distinction of beings
Their bodies in equal corruption and disgrace
Dwelling in the darkest embrace
Their bodies in equal corruption and disgrace
Dwelling in the absolute embrace