Lo, occasions against me He doth find, He doth reckon me for an enemy to Him,
But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.
His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
For Job hath said, `I have been righteous, And God hath turned aside my right,
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.