I would still live in terror of all my pains. I know You will not acquit me.
Since I will be found guilty, why should I labor in vain?
If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,
then You dip me in a pit [of mud], and my own clothes despise me!
For He is not a man like me, that I can answer Him, that we can take each other to court.
There is no one to judge between us, to lay his hand on both of us.
Let Him take His rod away from me so His terror will no longer frighten me.
Then I would speak and not fear Him. But that is not the case; I am on my own.