(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)

The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me -- and I am not.

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

I speak, and do not fear Him, But I am not right with myself.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?

According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you.

Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

For a dread unto me is calamity from God, And because of His excellency I am not able.