Why is life given to a man like me? God hasn’t told me what will happen to me. He has surrounded me with nothing but trouble.
What he tears down can’t be rebuilt. The people he puts in prison can’t be set free.
You put my feet in chains. You watch every step I take. You do it by putting marks on the bottom of my feet.
His troops march toward me in force. They come at me from every direction. They camp around my tent.
Then I want you to know that God hasn’t treated me right. In fact, he has captured me in his net.
God has blocked my way, and I can’t get through. He has made my paths so dark I can’t see where I’m going.
Why is life given to those who are actually happy and glad when they reach the grave?
You have not handed me over to the enemy. You have put me in a wide and safe place.
You have taken my closest friends away from me. You have made me sickening to them. I feel trapped and can’t escape.
I’m crying so much I can’t see very well. Lord, I call out to you every day. I lift up my hands to you in prayer.
Family of Jacob, why do you complain, “The Lord doesn’t notice our condition”? People of Israel, why do you say, “Our God doesn’t pay any attention to our rightful claims”?
He has built walls around me, so I can’t escape. He has put heavy chains on me.
He has put up a stone wall to block my way. He has made my paths crooked.
So I will block her path with bushes that have thorns. I’ll build a wall around her. Then she can’t go to her lovers.