Thou wouldest call, and I would answer Thee; Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of Thy hands.
But now Thou numberest my steps, Thou dost not even wait for my sin;
My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and Thou heapest up mine iniquity.
And surely the mountain falling crumbleth away, and the rock is removed out of its place;
The waters wear the stones; the overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth; so Thou destroyest the hope of man.
Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he regardeth them not.
But his flesh grieveth for him, and his soul mourneth over him.