Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

I was a father unto the poor, and when I knew not their cause, I sought it out diligently.

Then let my shoulder fall away from its socket,
And my arm be broken off at the elbow.

Look, I waited for your conclusions;
I listened to your insights
as you sought for words.

From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,