But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.

He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.

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

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

But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

(But from my youth He grew up with me as with a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)

And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.)