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1 My soul was weary in my life; I shall leave upon me my complaint; I shall speak in the bitterness of my soul. 2 Saying to God, Thou wilt not condemn me; make known to me for what thou wilt contend with me. 3 Is it good to thee that thou wilt oppress, that thou wilt despise the labor of thy hinds, and thou didst shine upon the counsels of the unjust? 4 Were eyes of flesh to thee? or wilt thou see as man saw? 5 Are thy days as man's days? or thy years as the days of man? 6 That thou wilt seek for mine iniquity, and wilt search out for my sins? 7 Upon thy knowledge that I will not do evil; and none delivering from thy hand. 8 Thy hands formed me, and they will work me together round about; and thou wilt swallow me down. 9 Remember now, thou didst make me as day; and thou wilt turn me back to dust. Job 10:1-9, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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