17 For He crushes me with a storm, and has multiplied my wounds for no cause.
18 He does not allow me to recover my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
19 If I speak of power? Look, He is mighty. And if of right-ruling? Who sets me a time?
20 If I am righteous? My mouth would declare me wrong. Am I perfect? It would declare me perverse.
21 Am I perfect? Do I not know my own being? I despise my life!
22 It is all the same, therefore I say, ‘He destroys the perfect and the wrong.’
23 If the scourge slays suddenly, He laughs at the trial of the innocent.