What are human beings, that you exalt them, that you take note of them,
visit them each morning, test them every moment?
Why not look away from me; let me alone until I swallow my spit?
If I sinned, what did I do to you, guardian of people? Why have you made me your target so that I'm a burden to myself?
Why not forgive my sin, overlook my iniquity? Then I would lie down in the dust; you would search hard for me, and I would not exist.