Whether it seemeth good to thee, if thou challengest me as false, and oppressest me, the work of thine hands; and if thou helpest the counsel of wicked men?
Thine hands have made me, and have formed me all in compass; and thou hast cast me down suddenly.
Thou shalt call me, and I shall answer thee; thou shalt dress the right half, that is, bless, to the work of thine hands.
What swelleth thy spirit against God, that thou bring forth of thy mouth such words?
God hath enclosed me altogether at [or with] the wicked, and hath given me into the hands of wicked men.
Namely now understand ye, that God hath tormented me not by even doom, and hath encompassed me with his beatings.
Nevertheless for their goods be not in their hand, or power, the counsel of wicked men be far from me.
when he had filled their houses with goods; the sentence of which men be far from me.
God liveth, that hath taken away my doom, and Almighty God, that hath brought my soul to bitterness.
Thou art changed into cruel to me, and in the hardness of thine hand thou art adversary to me.
Whether he, that wrought also him, made not me in the womb, and one God formed me in the womb?
The spirit of God made me, and the breathing of Almighty God quick-ened me.
Whether he, that striveth with God, shall have rest so lightly? Soothly he, that reproveth God, oweth for to answer to him.
Whether thou shalt make void my doom, and shalt thou condemn me, that thou be made just [or be justified]?
Forsooth God shall not cast away a simple man, neither he shall dress his hand to help wicked men;
One thing is, which I spake, he shall waste by death also the innocent and [the] wicked man.
The earth is given into the hands of the wicked; he covereth the faces of judges; that if he is not, who there-fore is?
Know ye, that the Lord himself is God; he made us, and not we made us. His people, and the sheep of his pasture,
The Lord shall yield for me, Lord, thy mercy is without end; despise thou not the works of thine hands.
For the Lord heard poor men; and despised not his bound men.
And now, Lord, thou art our father; forsooth we be clay, and thou art our maker, and all we be the works of thine hands.
Therefore and they that suffer by the will of God, betake their souls in good deeds to the faithful Maker of nought.