God does not restrain his anger; under him the helpers of Rahab lie crushed.

Although I am innocent, I could not answer him; I could only plead with my judge for mercy.

If I summoned him, and he answered me, I would not believe that he would be listening to my voice –

He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.

I am blameless. I do not know myself. I despise my life.

“My days are swifter than a runner, they speed by without seeing happiness.

I dread all my sufferings, for I know that you do not hold me blameless.

For he is not a human being like I am, that I might answer him, that we might come together in judgment.

Nor is there an arbiter between us, who might lay his hand on us both,

Then would I speak and not fear him, but it is not so with me.

although you know that I am not guilty, and that there is no one who can deliver out of your hand?

“Why then did you bring me out from the womb? I should have died and no eye would have seen me!

I should have been as though I had never existed; I should have been carried right from the womb to the grave!

“Should not this abundance of words be answered, or should this talkative man be vindicated?

What you know, I know also; I am not inferior to you!

“Surely now you count my steps; then you would not mark my sin.

For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.

Surely mockery is with me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

Because you have closed their minds to understanding, therefore you will not exalt them.

These ten times you have been reproaching me; you are not ashamed to attack me!