18 He suffereth me not to take my breath, for he filleth me with bitternesses.
19 Be it a question of strength, lo, he is strong; and be it of judgment, who will set me a time?
20 If I justified myself, mine own mouth would condemn me; were I perfect, he would prove me perverse.
21 Were I perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.
22 It is all one; therefore I said, he destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
23 If the scourge kill suddenly, he mocketh at the trial of the innocent.
24 The earth is given over into the hand of the wicked man; he covereth the faces of its judges. If not, who then is it?