If you can prove me guilty, I will give up and die.
Will you now destroy someone you created?
Be quiet while I speak, then say what you will.
I ask only two things of you, my God, and I will no longer hide from you--
You boast of your goodness, claiming I am suffering because I am guilty.
though I would gladly listen to anything you say that proves you are right.
And so, I cry out to you in agony and distress.
Why do you refuse to forgive? Soon you won't find me, because I'll be dead.
Not once in a thousand times could we win our case if we took him to court.
The LORD God will help me and prove I am innocent. My accusers will wear out like moth-eaten clothes.
Sometimes I tell myself not to think about you, LORD, or even mention your name. But your message burns in my heart and bones, and I cannot keep silent.
If God says his chosen ones are acceptable to him, can anyone bring charges against them?