1 My soul is weary of my life, I will let my speech pass against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 8
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2 I will say to God: Condemn me not: tell me why thou judgest me so. 7
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3 Doth it seem good to thee, if thou calumniate me, and oppress me the work of thy hands, and help the counsel of the impious? 7
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4 Hast thou eyes of flesh: or as a man seeth, shalt thou also see? 7
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5 Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men: 7
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6 That thou seekest my iniquity, and searchest my sin? 7
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7 And thou mayst know that I have done no impious thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand. 7
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8 Thy hands have made me, & framed me wholly round-about, & dost thou so suddenly cast me down headlong? 7
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9 Remember I beseech thee that as clay thou madest me, & into dust thou wilt bring me again. 7
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10 Hast thou not as milk milked me, and curded me as cheese? 7
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11 With skin & flesh thou hast clothed me: with bones and sinews thou hast compacted me. 7
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12 Life and mercy thou hast given to me, and thy visitation hath kept my spirit. 7
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13 Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things. 8
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14 If I have sinned and thou hast spared me for an hour: why doest thou not suffer me to be clean from mine iniquity? 7
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15 And if I shall be impious, woe is to me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, filled with affliction and misery. 7
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16 And for pride as a lioness thou wilt take me, and returning thou doest marvelously torment me. 7
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17 Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, & multipliest thy wrath toward me, and pains do war upon me. 7
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18 Why didst thou bring me forth out of the matrice? Who would God, I had been consumed, that eye might not see me. 2
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19 I had been as if I were not, carried from the womb to the grave. 2
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20 Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? suffer me therefore, that I may a little lament my sorrow: 2
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21 Before I go, and return not, unto the dark land, that is covered with the mist of death: 2
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22 Aland of misery and darkness, where is the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror inhabiteth. 2
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