3 Bear with me so I can speak, I myself;and after my reply you can mock.
4 Are my complaints against another human;why is my patience short?
5 Turn to me and be appalled;lay your hand over your mouth.
6 If I recall it, I’m scared;shaking seizes my body.
7 Why do the wicked live,grow old, and even become strong?
8 Their children are always with them,their offspring in their sight,
9 their houses safe from dread,God’s punishing stick not upon them.