I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head1 at you.
But my mouth would encourage you; comfort2 from my lips would bring you relief.36
"Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.47
Surely, O God, you have worn me out;5 you have devastated my entire household.68
You have bound me--and it has become a witness; my gauntness7 rises up and testifies against me.89
God assails me and tears9 me in his anger10 and gnashes his teeth at me;11 my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.1210
Men open their mouths13 to jeer at me;14 they strike my cheek15 in scorn and unite together against me.1611
God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.1712
All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me.18 He has made me his target;1913
his archers surround me.20 Without pity, he pierces21 my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
Again and again22 he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.23