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You look for the evil I have done and search for my sin.

How terrible it will be for me if I am guilty! Even if I am right, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and experience only pain.

"You must give your whole heart to him and hold out your hands to him for help.

You should not unfairly choose his side against mine; you should not argue the case for God.

You write down cruel things against me and make me suffer for my boyhood sins.

They only feel the pain of their body and feel sorry for themselves."

But you even destroy respect for God and limit the worship of him.

Is the comfort God gives you not enough for you, even when words are spoken gently to you?

The wicked suffer pain all their lives; the cruel suffer during all the years saved up for them.

They wander around and will become food for vultures. They know darkness will soon come.

Even now I have one who speaks for me in heaven; the one who is on my side is high above.

The one who speaks for me is my friend. My eyes pour out tears to God.

He begs God on behalf of a human as a person begs for his friend.

My spirit is broken; the days of my life are almost gone. The grave is waiting for me.

"God, make me a promise. No one will make a pledge for me.

People might speak against their friends for money, but if they do, the eyes of their children go blind.

If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

where, then, is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

You tear yourself to pieces in your anger. Should the earth be vacant just for you? Should the rocks move from their places?

A trap for them is hidden on the ground, right in their path.