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1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
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3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
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4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
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5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
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6 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
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7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
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8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
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9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
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11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
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12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
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13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.
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14 If I sin, then thou markest me, and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
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15 If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
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16 For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
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17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
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18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
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19 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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20 Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
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22 A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
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- 1 “I loathe my own life; I will give full vent to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
- 2 “I will say to God, 'Do not condemn me; Let me know why You contend with me.
- 3 'Is it right for You indeed to oppress, To reject the labor of Your hands, And to look favorably on the schemes of the wicked?
- 4 'Have You eyes of flesh? Or do You see as a man sees?
- 5 'Are Your days as the days of a mortal, Or Your years as man's years,
- 6 That You should seek for my guilt And search after my sin?
- 7 'According to Your knowledge I am indeed not guilty, Yet there is no deliverance from Your hand.
- 8 'Your hands fashioned and made me altogether, And would You destroy me?
- 9 'Remember now, that You have made me as clay; And would You turn me into dust again?
- 10 'Did You not pour me out like milk And curdle me like cheese;
- 11 Clothe me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews?
- 12 'You have granted me life and lovingkindness; And Your care has preserved my spirit.
- 13 'Yet these things You have concealed in Your heart; I know that this is within You:
- 14 If I sin, then You would take note of me, And would not acquit me of my guilt.
- 15 'If I am wicked, woe to me! And if I am righteous, I dare not lift up my head. I am sated with disgrace and conscious of my misery.
- 16 'Should my head be lifted up, You would hunt me like a lion; And again You would show Your power against me.
- 17 'You renew Your witnesses against me And increase Your anger toward me; Hardship after hardship is with me.
- 18 'Why then have You brought me out of the womb? Would that I had died and no eye had seen me!
- 19 'I should have been as though I had not been, Carried from womb to tomb.'
- 20 “Would He not let my few days alone? Withdraw from me that I may have a little cheer
- 21 Before I go—and I shall not return— To the land of darkness and deep shadow,
- 22 The land of utter gloom as darkness itself, Of deep shadow without order, And which shines as the darkness.”
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