Yet God finds occasions against me; He counts me as His enemy.
Why do You hide Your face and consider me as Your enemy?
His anger burns against me, and He counts me among His enemies.
His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
(Oh, that I had one to hear me! Here is my signature. Let the Almighty answer me; let my accuser compose an indictment.
If I should wash myself with snow and cleanse my hands with lye,
If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my afflict
You have ruthlessly turned on me; You oppose me with Your strong hand.
For then You would count my steps, but would not keep track of my sin.
For Job has declared, ‘I am righteous, yet God has deprived me of justice.