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1 My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me. 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? 4 Hast thou eyes of flesh, or seest thou as man seeth? 5 Are thy days as the days of man, or thy years as man's days, 6 That thou inquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin, 7 Although thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand? 8 Thine hands have framed me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me. 9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? Job 10:1-9, English Revised Version. Public domain.
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