Indeed, you aren't a God who delights in wickedness; evil will never dwell with you.

You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?

They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.

Aren't you the one, God, who has cast us off? Didn't you refuse, God, to accompany our armies?

God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren't hidden from you.

They do not experience problems common to ordinary people; they aren't afflicted as others are.