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My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; Show me wherefore thou contendest with me.
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Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
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Hast thou eyes of flesh? Or seest thou as man seeth?
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Are thy days as the days of man, Or thy years as man’s days,
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That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, And searchest after my sin,
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Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
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Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
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Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
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Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews.
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Thou hast granted me life and lovingkindness; And thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
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Yet these things thou didst hide in thy heart; I know that this is with thee:
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If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
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If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
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And ifmy head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
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Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
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Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
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I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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Before I go whence I shall not return, Evento the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
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The land dark as midnight, The landof the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.