That messenger was still speaking when yet another came and reported: “The Chaldeans formed three bands, made a raid on the camels, and took them away. They struck down the servants with the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you!”

I have seen a fool taking root,
but I immediately pronounced a curse on his home.

Does God pervert justice?
Does the Almighty pervert what is right?

If He passes by me, I wouldn’t see Him;
if He goes right by, I wouldn’t recognize Him.

Even if I were in the right, I could not answer.
I could only beg my Judge for mercy.

Even if I were in the right, my own mouth would condemn me;
if I were blameless, my mouth would declare me guilty.

Let Him take His rod away from me
so His terror will no longer frighten me.

Now then, I have prepared my case;
I know that I am right.

My face has grown red with weeping,
and darkness covers my eyes,

If you say, “How will we pursue him,
since the root of the problem lies with him?”

Their homes are secure and free of fear;
no rod from God strikes them.

They push the needy off the road;
the poor of the land are forced into hiding.

I will never affirm that you are right.
I will maintain my integrity until I die.

The rabble rise up at my right;
they trap my feet
and construct their siege ramp against me.

You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it;
You scatter me in the storm.

If there is an angel on his side,
one mediator out of a thousand,
to tell a person what is right for him

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

Let us judge for ourselves what is right;
let us decide together what is good.

Where is the road to the home of light?
Do you know where darkness lives,

What road leads to the place where light is dispersed?
Where is the source of the east wind that spreads across the earth?

Then I will confess to you
that your own right hand can deliver you.