If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

They waited for me as for the rain. Their mouths drank as with the spring rain.

(no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb);

Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; and I would bind it to me as a crown.