Quotes About Vulnerability

then You would plunge me into the pit, and even my own clothes would despise me.

Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?

Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?

Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.

Why do I put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands?

Only grant these two things to me, so that I need not hide from You:

Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?

So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.

Sounds of terror fill his ears; in his prosperity the destroyer attacks him.

He wanders about as food for vultures; he knows the day of darkness is at hand.

You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.

A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.

Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.

His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.

Even little boys scorn me; when I appear, they deride me.

Though he flees from an iron weapon, a bronze-tipped arrow will pierce him.

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?

Without clothing, they spend the night naked; they have no covering against the cold.

Drenched by mountain rains, they huddle against the rocks for want of shelter.

When daylight is gone, the murderer rises to kill the poor and needy; in the night he is like a thief.

They prey on the barren and childless, and show no kindness to the widow.

The house he built is like a mothís cocoon, like a hut set up by a watchman.

then may another eat what I have sown, and may my crops be uprooted.

then may my arm fall from my shoulder and be torn from its socket.