So shall thy beginning appear small, - when, thy latter end, he shall greatly increase!

Then, in a ditch, wouldst thou plunge me, and mine own clothes should abhor me:

Above high noon, shall rise life's continuance, Darkness, like a morning, shall appear,

Wherefore are we accounted like beasts? or appear stupid, in thine eyes?

All the men of mine intimate circle abhor me, and, these whom I loved, have turned against me;

They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle!

Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;

Wilt thou even frustrate my justice? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest appear right?