Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer `is' pure.
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
For He hath known the way with me, He hath tried me -- as gold I go forth.
Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me.
Is the striver with the Mighty instructed? The reprover of God, let him answer it.
Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
Also -- when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou `art' with me, Thy rod and Thy staff -- they comfort me.
In his wickedness is the wicked driven away, And trustful in his death `is' the righteous.
And Jonah prayeth unto Jehovah his God from the bowels of the fish.
Yet I, in Jehovah I exult, I do joy in the God of my salvation.
because if our heart may condemn -- because greater is God than our heart, and He doth know all things.