[If] I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;
Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
For [he is] not a man, as I [am, that] I should answer him, [and] we should come together in judgment.
Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, [that] might lay his hand upon us both.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
[Then] would I speak, and not fear him; but [it is] not so with me.
My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
[Is it] good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
