6 On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it  go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live.
         
                                
                        7 As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the  perverse.
         
                                
                        8 For what [is] the hope of the profane, When He doth cut  off? When God doth cast off his soul?
         
                                
                        9 His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
         
                                
                        10 On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all  times?
         
                                
                        11 I shew you by the hand of God, That which [is] with the  Mighty I hide not.
         
                                
                        12 Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why [is] this -- ye  are altogether vain?