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18 Wherfore hast thou brought me out of the wombe? O that I had perished, and that no eye had seene me, 19 And that I were as though I had not ben, but brought from the wombe to the graue. 20 Are not my dayes fewe? Let him then leaue of fro me, and let me a lone, that I may comfort my selfe a litle, 21 Afore I go thyther from whence I shall not turne againe, euen to the lande of darknesse and shadowe of death: 22 Yea a lande as darke as darknesse it selfe, and into the shadowe of death where is none order, but the light is there as darknesse. Job 10:18-22, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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