I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent .
If I be wicked , why then labour I in vain?
If I wash myself with snow water , and make my hands never so clean ;
Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment.
Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
Then would I speak , and not fear him; but it is not so with me.