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Loe, mine eye hath seene all this, mine eare hath heard and vnderstood it.
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What yee know, the same doe I know also, I am not inferiour vnto you.
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Surely I would speake to the Almighty, & I desire to reason with God.
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But ye are forgers of lies, yee are all Physicians of no value.
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O that you would altogether hold your peace, & it should be your wisdome.
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Heare now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
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Wil you speake wickedly for God?
and talke deceitfully for him?
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Will ye accept his person?
Will yee contend for God?
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Is it good that hee should search you out?
or as one man mocketh another, doe ye so mocke him?
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He will surely reprooue you, if yee doe secretly accept persons.
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Shall not his excellencie make you afraid?
and his dread fall vpon you?
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Your remembrances are like vnto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.
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Hold your peace, let me alone that I may speake, and let come on me what will.
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Wherefore doe I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?
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Though hee slay mee, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintaine mine owne wayes before him.
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Hee also shall be my saluation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him.
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Heare diligently my speach, and my declaration with your eares.
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Behold now, I haue ordered my cause, I know that I shall be iustified.
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Who is hee that will plead with me?
for now if I hold my tongue, I shall giue vp the ghost.
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Only doe not two things vnto me: then will I not hide my selfe from thee.
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Withdrawe thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make mee afraid.
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Then call thou, and I will answere: or let me speake, and answere thou mee.
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How many are mine iniquities and sinnes?
make mee to knowe my transgression, and my sinne.
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Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemie?
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Wilt thou breake a leafe driuen to and fro?
and wilt thou pursue the drie stubble?
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For thou writest bitter things against mee, and makest me to possesse the iniquities of my youth.
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Thou puttest my feete also in the stockes, and lookest narrowly vnto all my pathes;
thou settest a print vpon the heeles of my feete.
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And hee, as a rotten thing consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.