18. He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.
19. If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment--who doth convene me?
20. If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! --it declareth me perverse.
21. Perfect I am! --I know not my soul, I despise my life.
22. It is the same thing, therefore I said, `The perfect and the wicked He is consuming.'
23. If a scourge doth put to death suddenly, At the trial of the innocent He laugheth.