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1 “My soul has been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 I say to God, Do not condemn me, || Let me know why You strive [with] me. 3 Is it good for You that You oppress? That You despise the labor of Your hands, || And shine on the counsel of the wicked? 4 Do you have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees? 5 [Are] Your days as the days of man? Your years as the days of a man? 6 That You inquire for my iniquity, || And seek for my sin? 7 For You know that I am not wicked, || And there is no deliverer from Your hand. 8 Your hands have taken pains about me, || And they make me together all around, || And You swallow me up! 9 Please remember || That You have made me as clay, || And You bring me back to dust. Job 10:1-9, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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