Behold, he findeth occasions against me, He counteth me for his enemy,
He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
For Job hath said, I am righteous: And God hath taken away my judgment.
Oh that one would hear me! Behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, And that mine adversary had written a book.
Thou art become cruel to me: With thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: He gnasheth upon me with his teeth; Mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
For now thou numberest my steps: Dost thou not watch over my sin?
For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
If I be wicked, Why then labour I in vain?