My disobedience is sealed up in a bag.
You fasten up my iniquity.
“But the mountain falling comes to nothing.
The rock is removed out of its place.
The waters wear the stones.
The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth.
So you destroy the hope of man.
You forever prevail against him, and he departs.
You change his face, and send him away.
His sons come to honor, and he doesn’t know it.
They are brought low, but he doesn’t perceive it of them.
But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”