I was contentedly minding my business when God beat me up. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me around. He set me up as his target,
then rounded up archers to shoot at me. Merciless, they shot me full of arrows; bitter bile poured from my gut to the ground.
He burst in on me, onslaught after onslaught, charging me like a mad bull.
"I sewed myself a shroud and wore it like a shirt; I lay face down in the dirt.
Now my face is blotched red from weeping; look at the dark shadows under my eyes,
Even though I've never hurt a soul and my prayers are sincere! The One Who Represents Mortals Before God
"O Earth, don't cover up the wrong done to me! Don't muffle my cry!
There must be Someone in heaven who knows the truth about me, in highest heaven, some Attorney who can clear my name -
My Champion, my Friend, while I'm weeping my eyes out before God.
I appeal to the One who represents mortals before God as a neighbor stands up for a neighbor.
"Only a few years are left before I set out on the road of no return.