²⁰ I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?

¹² He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

⁶ Thy righteousness `is' as mountains of God, Thy judgments `are' a great deep. Man and beast Thou savest, O Jehovah.

⁴ Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.

¹² For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

⁶ If thou hast sinned, what dost thou against Him? And thy transgressions have been multiplied, What dost thou to Him?

²⁷ He looketh on men, and saith, `I sinned, And uprightness I have perverted, And it hath not been profitable to me.

⁹ `Pure `am' I, without transgression, Innocent `am' I, and I have no iniquity.

³³ If I have covered as Adam my transgressions, To hide in my bosom mine iniquity,

⁵ Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.

¹² At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

¹³ Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

¹⁴ He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

¹⁶ But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.

²⁶ For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

²⁹ I -- I am become wicked; why `is' this? `In' vain I labour.

³⁰ If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,

³¹ Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.

¹¹ Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

¹² A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

²⁴ For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

⁶ Thou `art' He, O Jehovah, Thyself -- Thou hast made the heavens, the heavens of the heavens, and all their host, the earth and all that `are' on it, the seas and all that `are' in them, and Thou art keeping all of them alive, and the host of the heavens to Thee are bowing themselves.