How I wish I knew where to find him, and knew how to go where he is.

As soon as I sin, I'm in trouble with you, but when I do right, I get no credit. I am miserable and covered with shame.

Because I fear God's punishment, I could never do such a thing.

When I think of God, I sigh; when I meditate, I feel discouraged.

Because of you I am afraid; I am filled with fear because of your judgments.

I hear all this, and I tremble; my lips quiver with fear. My body goes limp, and my feet stumble beneath me. I will quietly wait for the time to come when God will punish those who attack us.