Look, I have laid out my case; I know that I'm innocent.
Who would dare contend with me, for then I would be quiet and die.
Only don't do two things to me, then I won't hide from your face.
Remove your hand far from me and don't terrify me with your anger.
Then call and I'll answer, or I'll speak and you can reply.
How many are my offenses and sins? Inform me about my rebellions and sins.
Why hide your face from me and consider me your enemy?
Will you cause a wind-tossed leaf to tremble, or will you pursue dry straw?
You even write bitter things about me, make me inherit my youthful indiscretions.
You tie up my feet and restrict all actions; you stamp marks on the bottom of my feet.