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My soule is cut off though I liue: I wil leaue my complaint vpon my selfe, & wil speake in the bitternesse of my soule.
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I will say vnto God, Condemne mee not: shew me, wherefore thou contendest with mee.
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Thinkest thou it good to oppresse me, and to cast off the labour of thine handes, and to fauour the counsel of the wicked?
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Hast thou carnall eyes?
Or doest thou see as man seeth?
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Are thy dayes as mans dayes?
Or thy yeres, as the time of man,
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That thou inquirest of mine iniquitie, and searchest out my sinne?
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Thou knowest that I can not do wickedly: for none can deliuer me out of thine hand.
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Thine handes haue made me, and fashioned mee wholy rounde about, and wilt thou destroy me?
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Remeber, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
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Hast thou not powred me out as milke?
& turned me to cruds like cheese?
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Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and ioyned me together with bones and sinewes.
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Thou hast giuen me life, & grace: & thy visitation hath preserued my spirit.
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Though thou hast hid these things in thine heart, yet I knowe that it is so with thee.
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If I haue sinned, then thou wilt streightly looke vnto me, and wilt not holde mee giltlesse of mine iniquitie.
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If I haue done wickedly, wo vnto me: if I haue done righteously, I will not lift vp mine head, being full of confusion, because I see mine affliction.
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But let it increase: hunt thou me as a lyon: returne and shew thy selfe marueilous vpon me.
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Thou renuest thy plagues against me, and thou increasest thy wrath against me: changes and armies of sorowes are against me.
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Wherfore then hast thou brought me out of the wombe?
Oh that I had perished, and that none eye had seene me!
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And that I were as I had not bene, but brought from the wombe to the graue!
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Are not my dayes fewe?
let him cease, and leaue off from me, that I may take a litle comfort,
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Before I goe and shall not returne, euen to the land of darkenesse and shadow of death:
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Into a land, I say, darke as darknes it selfe, and into the shadow of death, where is none order, but the light is there as darkenesse.