"My eyes have seen everything God has done. My ears have heard it and understood it.
What you know, I also know. I'm as clever as you are.
In fact, I long to speak to the Mighty One. I want to argue my case with God.
But you spread lies about me and take away my good name. If you are trying to heal me, you aren't very good doctors!
I wish you would keep your mouths shut! Then people would think you were wise.
Listen to my case. Listen as I make my appeal.
Will you say evil things in order to help God? Will you tell lies for him?
Do you want to be on God's side? Will you argue his case for him?
Would it turn out well if he looked you over carefully? Could you fool him as you fool others?
He would certainly correct you if you took his side in secret.
Wouldn't his glory terrify you? Wouldn't the fear of him fall on you?
Your sayings are as useless as ashes. The answers you give are as weak as clay.
"So be quiet and let me speak. Then I won't care what happens to me.
Why do I put myself in danger? Why do I take my life in my hands?
Even if God kills me, I'll still put my hope in him. I'll argue my case in front of him.
No matter how things turn out, I'm sure I'll still be saved. After all, no ungodly person would dare to come into his court.
Listen carefully to what I'm saying. Pay close attention to my words.
I've prepared my case. And I know I'll be proved right.
Can others bring charges against me? If they can, I'll keep quiet and die.
"God, I won't hide from you. Here are the only two things I want.
Keep your powerful hand far away from me. And stop making me so afraid.
Then send for me, and I'll answer. Or let me speak, and you reply.
How many things have I done wrong? How many sins have I committed? Show me my crime. Show me my sin.
Why do you turn your face away from me? Why do you think of me as your enemy?
I'm already like a leaf that is blown by the wind. Are you going to terrify me even more? I'm already like dry straw. Are you going to keep on chasing me?
You write down bitter things against me. You make me suffer for the sins I committed when I was young.
You put my feet in chains. You watch every step I take. You do it by putting marks on the bottom of my feet.
"People waste away like something that is rotten. They are like clothes that are eaten by moths.