I will give vent to my concern about myself.*
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul!
Cause me to know why it is that you are contending with me.
And that upon the counsel of wicked ones you should actually beam?
Or your years just like the days of an able-bodied man,
6 That you should try to find my error
And for my sin you should keep looking?+
And there is no one delivering out of your own hand?+
In entirety round about, and yet you would swallow me up.
13 And these things you have concealed in your heart.
I well know that these things are with you.
And of my error you do not hold me innocent;+
And [if] I am actually in the right, I may not raise my head,+
Glutted with dishonor and saturated with affliction.+
And you will again show yourself marvelous in my case.
And you will make your vexation with me greater;
Hardship after hardship is with me.*
Could I have expired,* that not even an eye could see me,
19 There as though I had not come to be I should have become;
From the belly to the burial place I should have been brought.’
Let him turn his gaze from me, that I may brighten up+ a little
22 To the land of obscurity like gloom, of deep shadow
And disorder, where it beams no more than gloom does.”