If I had called, and he had answered me, yet I wouldn’t believe that he listened to my voice.
For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty!
If of justice, ‘Who,’ says he, ‘will summon me?’ Though I am righteous, my own mouth will condemn me.
Though I am blameless, it will prove me perverse.
I am blameless.
I don’t respect myself.
I despise my life.