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- ¶ MY soul is weary of my life;
I have reasoned in my judgment; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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- I will say to God.
Do not condemn me; show me why thou dost contend with me.
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- Is it not enough to thee that thou shouldst oppress, that thou shouldst despise the work of thy hands, and regard the counsel of the wicked?
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- Hast thou eyes of flesh?
Or seest thou as a man sees?
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- Are thy days as the days of men?
Are thy years as man’s days?
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- That thou enquirest after my iniquity, and searchest after my sins?
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- Thou knowest that I am innocent;
and there is none that can deliver himself out of thy hands.
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- ¶ Thy hands have made me and fashioned me: and afterward thou wishest to condemn me, and to destroy me.
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- Remember that thou hast made me as clay;
and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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- Thou hast churned me as milk, and curdled me as cheese.
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- Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast strengthened me with bones and sinews.
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- Thou hast granted me life and peace, and thy commandments have preserved my spirit.
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- And these things hast thou hid in thy heart;
I know that this is in thy mind.
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- ¶ if I sin, then thou dost watch me, and thou dost not acquit me from my iniquity.
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- If I be wicked, woe is me!
and if I be righteous, still I cannot lift up my head. I have enough of reproach; I have seen my affliction.
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- And if I exalt myself, thou dost hunt me like a lion, and then thou dost turn and show thyself gigantic over me.
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- Thou hast set thy armor against me, and increasest thy indignation toward me.
Thou dost array one host after another against me.
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- Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?
Would that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
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- I should have been as though I had not lived;
I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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- The days of my life are few;
let me alone, that I may be quiet and rest a little
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- Before I go from whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death.
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- A land of loneliness and deep darkness, and of the shadow of death, without any order or time;
wearisome like a deep pit.
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