If God puts no trust in his servants and attributes folly to his angels,

He has blocked my way so I cannot pass, and has set darkness over my paths.

If God were to set his heart on it, and gather in his spirit and his breath,

It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,

From the city the dying groan, and the wounded cry out for help, but God charges no one with wrongdoing.

And the eye of the adulterer watches for the twilight, thinking, ‘No eye can see me,’ and covers his face with a mask.

For he does not still consider a person, that he should come before God in judgment.