My skin is covered with worms and clods of dirt; my skin becomes rough and then breaks out afresh.

then I still dread all of my suffering; I know you still won't acquit me.

A rope lies hidden in the dirt; a trap lies waiting for him where he is walking."

Those who live in my house and my maidservants, too! treat me like a stranger; they think I'm a foreigner.

"Will you keep walking on the traditional path that sinners have tread,

"Then you'll take delight in the Almighty; and will turn your face toward God.

but it will clap its hands over him, hissing at him as it lunges toward him."

You changed toward me, and now you're cruel to me; with your mighty hand you are persecuting me;

let him not direct a rebuke toward me. I won't be responding to him with your arguments.

"Is it by your understanding that the hawk flies, spreading its wings toward the south?