But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.

For it was not an enemy who insulted me, then I could have endured it. Neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him.

he turned their rivers into blood, and their streams, so that they could not drink.

Their priests fell by the sword, and their widows couldn't weep.

If you, Yah, kept a record of sins, Lord, who could stand?

Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?