I would dread all the pain he would send. For I know you will not hold me innocent, O God.
Whatever happens, I will be found guilty. So what's the use of trying?
Even if I were to wash myself with soap and cleanse my hands with lye to make them absolutely clean,
you would plunge me into a muddy ditch, and I would be so filthy my own clothing would hate me."
"God is not a mortal like me, so I cannot argue with him or take him to trial.
If only there were a mediator who could bring us together, but there is none.
The mediator could make God stop beating me, and I would no longer live in terror of his punishment.
Then I could speak to him without fear, but I cannot do that in my own strength."