And when he is carried to the tombs, and watch is kept over the funeral mound,

The fatherless child is snatched from the breast, the infant of the poor is taken as a pledge.

But if God is quiet, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, then who can see him? Yet he is over the individual and the nation alike,

“Now then, be good enough to look at me; and I will not lie to your face!

He is a well-watered plant in the sun, its shoots spread over its garden.

God abandons me to evil men, and throws me into the hands of wicked men.

my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,

For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh.

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

Whatever you decide on a matter, it will be established for you, and light will shine on your ways.

Can his armies be numbered? On whom does his light not rise?

For she leaves her eggs on the ground, and lets them be warmed on the soil.

Is it good for you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands, while you smile on the schemes of the wicked?

If my heart has been enticed by a woman, and I have lain in wait at my neighbor’s door,