When I lie down I think:
When will I get up?
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.

Let him not put trust in worthless things, being led astray,
for what he gets in exchange will prove worthless.

I cry out: “Violence!” but get no response;
I call for help, but there is no justice.

Why do you persecute me as God does?
Will you never get enough of my flesh?

He will look at men and say,
“I have sinned and perverted what was right;
yet I did not get what I deserved.

I will get my knowledge from a distant place
and ascribe justice to my Maker.

You whose clothes get hot
when the south wind brings calm to the land,

Get ready to answer Me like a man;
when I question you, you will inform Me.

Get ready to answer Me like a man;
When I question you, you will inform Me.