For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

Then should I yet have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

If a man dieth, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change shall come.

If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.

For this is a hainous crime; yea, it is an iniquity to be punished by the judges.