Have I said, "Give me something? Offer a bribe from your wealth for me?
Rescue me from the hand of my enemy? Ransom me from the grip of the ruthless?"
Instruct me and I'll be quiet; inform me how I've erred.
How painful are truthful words, but what do your condemnations accomplish?
Do you intend to correct my words, to treat the words of a hopeless man as wind?
Would you even gamble over an orphan, barter away your friend?
Now look at me— would I lie to your face?
Turn! Don't be faithless. Turn now! I am righteous.
Is there wrong on my tongue, or can my mouth not recognize disaster?