1My vibes are lowkey drained; I’m keeping it all in and just spilling the tea on my soul's bitterness.

2I’m like, “God, don’t come for me; show me what’s up with you and me.”

3Is it chill for you to flex on me, disrespect the work you made, and vibe with the wicked?

4You got eyes like us? Or do you see things differently?

5Are your days like ours? Do your years even match ours?

6Why you gotta be checking for my mess-ups and hunting down my sins?

7You know I’m not sus; no one can save me from your grip.

8Your hands made me, shaped me all around; yet you’re out here wrecking me.

9Remember, I’m just clay in your hands; you gonna turn me back to dust?

10Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?

11You wrapped me in skin and flesh, and built me up with bones and sinews.

12You gave me life and blessings, and your visits keep my spirit alive.

13And you’ve hidden these thoughts in your heart: I know you’re vibing with this.

14If I mess up, you’re gonna call me out, and you won’t let me slide on my sins.

15If I’m wicked, that’s rough; if I’m righteous, still can’t lift my head. I’m all kinds of confused; peep my struggle.

16It just keeps piling up. You’re hunting me like a wild lion, showing off your power against me.

17You keep bringing witnesses against me, and your anger’s rising; it’s like changes and war are all around me.

18Why’d you even bring me out of the womb? Wish I’d just ghosted, and no one saw me!

19I’d be like I never existed; just carried from the womb to the grave.

20Aren’t my days short? Chill out, let me be, so I can catch a break for a sec.

21Before I dip to the place where I can’t come back, the land of darkness and death’s shadow;

22A land of darkness, like pure darkness; death’s shadow with no order, where light is just darkness.

1My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

2I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.

3Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

4Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

5Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,

6That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?

7Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.

8Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

10Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

11Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

12Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.

13And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

14If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.

15If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

16For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.

18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

19I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

20Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

21Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

22A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.