If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.

Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.