Call out if you please. Will anyone answer you?
Which of the holy ones will you turn to?

If I wash myself with snow,
and cleanse my hands with lye,

I wish I had never existed
but had been carried from the womb to the grave.

Surely He knows which people are worthless.
If He sees iniquity, will He not take note of it?

Which of all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this?

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ash;
your defenses are made of clay.

You put my feet in the stocks
and stand watch over all my paths,
setting a limit for the soles of my feet.

as water wears away stones
and torrents wash away the soil from the land,
so You destroy a man’s hope.

I wish that someone might arbitrate
between a man and God
just as a man pleads for his friend.

I wish that my words were written down,
that they were recorded on a scroll

He is carried to the grave,
and someone keeps watch over his tomb.

He gives them a sense of security, so they can rely on it,
but His eyes watch over their ways.

He puts my feet in the stocks;
He stands watch over all my paths.”

For His eyes watch over a man’s ways,
and He observes all his steps.

Remember that you should praise His work,
which people have sung about.

which the clouds pour out
and shower abundantly on mankind.

which I hold in reserve for times of trouble,
for the day of warfare and battle?

Look at Behemoth,
which I made along with you.
He eats grass like an ox.