But oh that God would speak, and open his lips against you,

Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?

But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.

He shall flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow shall strike him through.

Their houses are safe from fear, neither is the rod of God upon them.

He breaks open a shaft away from where people live. They are forgotten by the foot. They hang far from men, they swing back and forth.

I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.

He strikes them as wicked men in the open sight of others;

Their young ones become strong. They grow up in the open field. They go forth, and don't return again.

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.