I am innocent, but I no longer care. I am sick of living.
Nothing matters; innocent or guilty, God will destroy us.
When an innocent person suddenly dies, God laughs.
God gave the world to the wicked. He made all the judges blind. And if God didn't do it, who did?
My days race by, not one of them good.
My life passes like the swiftest boat, as fast as an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.
If I smile and try to forget my pain, all my suffering comes back to haunt me;
I know that God does hold me guilty.
Since I am held guilty, why should I bother?
No soap can wash away my sins.
God throws me into a pit with filth, and even my clothes are ashamed of me.