“ I am disgusted with my life. Let me complain freely. My bitter soul must complain.

“我厌烦我的性命，必由着自己述说我的哀情；因心里苦恼，我要说话，

“我厌恶自己的性命，任由我述说自己的苦情；因心里苦恼，我要说话。

“我厌恶自己的性命，任由我述说自己的苦情；因心里苦恼，我要说话。

“我厌恶自己的生命，我要倾诉我的哀怨，吐露心中的苦水。

“我厌恶我的性命，我要尽情吐苦水，倾诉心中的痛苦。

我厭煩我的性命，必由着自己述說我的哀情；因心裏苦惱，我要說話，

「我厭惡自己的性命，任由我述說自己的苦情；因心裏苦惱，我要說話。

「我厭惡自己的性命，任由我述說自己的苦情；因心裏苦惱，我要說話。

「我厭惡自己的生命，我要傾訴我的哀怨，吐露心中的苦水。

“我厭惡我的性命，我要盡情吐苦水，傾訴心中的痛苦。

『我討厭我的性命；我要向自己任意傾吐哀怨；因我心裏的苦惱我要說出話來，

我心厭我生命、將縱言我憂、述我中心之苦、

我不樂生、怨懟無已時、中心殷憂、必暢所欲言、

我厭我生命、即訴憂不自禁、由心之苦而言、

“ I loathe my very life; therefore I will give free rein to my complaint and speak out in the bitterness of my soul.

“ I’m sick of living. So I’ll talk openly about my problems. I’ll speak out because my spirit is bitter.

“ I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I am disgusted with my life. I will give vent to my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

“ I am disgusted with my own life; I will express my complaint freely; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

“ My soul loathes my life; I will give free course to my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

I am disgusted with my life. I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

“ I am weary of my life; I will complain without restraint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

“ My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

“ I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. My bitter soul must complain.

Then he went on alone into the wilderness, traveling all day. He sat down under a solitary broom tree and prayed that he might die.“ I have had enough, Lord,” he said.“ Take my life, for I am no better than my ancestors who have already died.”

“ I am innocent, but it makes no difference to me— I despise my life.

If this is how you intend to treat me, just go ahead and kill me. Do me a favor and spare me this misery!”

And as the sun grew hot, God arranged for a scorching east wind to blow on Jonah. The sun beat down on his head until he grew faint and wished to die.“ Death is certainly better than living like this!” he exclaimed.

Even if I have sinned, that is my concern, not yours.

He rescues the poor from the cutting words of the strong, and rescues them from the clutches of the powerful.And so at last the poor have hope, and the snapping jaws of the wicked are shut.

I hate my life and don’t want to go on living. Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.

Instead, I suffer if I defend myself, and I suffer no less if I refuse to speak.“ O God, you have ground me down and devastated my family.As if to prove I have sinned, you’ve reduced me to skin and bones. My gaunt flesh testifies against me.God hates me and angrily tears me apart. He snaps his teeth at me and pierces me with his eyes.People jeer and laugh at me. They slap my cheek in contempt. A mob gathers against me.God has handed me over to sinners. He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.“ I was living quietly until he shattered me. He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces. Then he set me up as his target,and now his archers surround me. His arrows pierce me without mercy. The ground is wet with my blood.Again and again he smashes against me, charging at me like a warrior.I wear burlap to show my grief. My pride lies in the dust.My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes.

“ If my misery could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales,they would outweigh all the sands of the sea. That is why I spoke impulsively.For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows. Their poison infects my spirit. God’s terrors are lined up against me.

“ Oh, why give light to those in misery, and life to those who are bitter?They long for death, and it won’t come. They search for death more eagerly than for hidden treasure.They’re filled with joy when they finally die, and rejoice when they find the grave.Why is life given to those with no future, those God has surrounded with difficulties?

But what could I say? For he himself sent this sickness. Now I will walk humbly throughout my years because of this anguish I have felt.

Do you think your words are convincing when you disregard my cry of desperation?

Yes, this anguish was good for me, for you have rescued me from death and forgiven all my sins.

He will save you from death in time of famine, from the power of the sword in time of war.

When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long.Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat. InterludeFinally, I confessed all my sins to you and stopped trying to hide my guilt. I said to myself,“ I will confess my rebellion to the Lord.” And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone. Interlude

“ Listen closely to what I am saying. That’s one consolation you can give me.Bear with me, and let me speak. After I have spoken, you may resume mocking me.“ My complaint is with God, not with people. I have good reason to be so impatient.

If I am guilty, too bad for me; and even if I’m innocent, I can’t hold my head high, because I am filled with shame and misery.And if I hold my head high, you hunt me like a lion and display your awesome power against me.

Just kill me now, Lord! I’d rather be dead than alive if what I predicted will not happen.”

“ I wish you would hide me in the grave and forget me there until your anger has passed. But mark your calendar to think of me again!

“ Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant my desire.I wish he would crush me. I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me.