Remove your hand far from me and stop making me afraid with your terror.

My offenses would be sealed up in a bag; you would cover over my sin.

although there is no violence in my hands and my prayer is pure.

The light in his tent grows dark; his lamp above him is extinguished.

A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare grips him.

A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path.

He has stripped me of my honor and has taken the crown off my head.

Thus his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies.

“Yes, I know what you are thinking, the schemes by which you would wrong me.

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

He conceals the face of the full moon, shrouding it with his clouds.

They were banished from the community – people shouted at them like they would shout at thieves –

then let my wife turn the millstone for another man, and may other men have sexual relations with her.

when I prescribed its limits, and set in place its bolts and doors,

On it the quiver rattles; the lance and javelin flash.

Again the day came when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan also arrived among them to present himself before the Lord.

I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could pile up words against you and I could shake my head at you.

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,

In the troubling thoughts of the dreams in the night when a deep sleep falls on men,

Then a breath of air passes by my face; it makes the hair of my flesh stand up.