Behold, he finds occasions against me, he counts me for his enemy,
For now you number my steps: do you not watch over my sin?
He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes on me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes on me.
He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me to him as one of his enemies.
You are become cruel to me: with your strong hand you oppose yourself against me.
Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.
For Job has said, I am righteous: and God has taken away my judgment.
For he breaks me with a tempest, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
If I be wicked, why then labor I in vain?