My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
I made a covenant with mine eyes; why then should I think upon a maid?
For what portion of God [is there] from above? and [what] inheritance of the Almighty from on high?
[Is] not destruction to the wicked? and a strange [punishment] to the workers of iniquity?
Doth not he see my ways, and count all my steps?
If I have walked with vanity, or if my foot hath hasted to deceit;
Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity.
If my step hath turned out of the way, and mine heart walked after mine eyes, and if any blot hath cleaved to mine hands;
[Then] let me sow, and let another eat; yea, let my offspring be rooted out.
