17. With a storm he might overwhelm me,and multiply my wounds for nothing;
18. He would not allow me to draw breath,but might fill me with bitter griefs.
19. If it be a question of strength, he is mighty;or of judgment, who will call him to account?
20. Though I were right, my own mouth might condemn me;were I innocent, it might put me in the wrong.
21. I am innocent, but I cannot know it;I despise my life.
22. It is all one! therefore I say:Both the innocent and the wicked he destroys.
23. When the scourge slays suddenly,he scoffs at the despair of the innocent.