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The Book of Job
Chapter 10
Job laments his afflictions and begs to be delivered.
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My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. |
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I will say to God: Do not condemn me: tell me why thou judgest me so? |
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Doth it seem good to thee that thou shouldst calumniate me, and oppress me, the work of thy own hands, and help the counsel of the wicked? |
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Hast thou eyes of flesh: or, shalt thou see as man seeth? |
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Are thy days as the days of man, and are thy years as the times of men: |
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That thou shouldst inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin? |
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And shouldst know that I have done no wicked thing, whereas there is no man that can deliver out of thy hand? |
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Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden? |
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Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust |
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Hast thou not milked me as milk, and curdled me like cheese? |
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Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh: thou hast put me together with bones and sinews: |
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Thou hast granted me life and mercy, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. |
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Although thou conceal these things in thy heart, yet I know that thou rememberest all things. |
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If I have sinned, and thou hast spared me for an hour: why dost thou not suffer me to be clean from my iniquity? |
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And if I be wicked, woe unto me: and if just, I shall not lift up my head, being filled with affliction and misery. |
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And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning, thou tormentest me wonderfully. |
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Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and multipliest thy wrath upon me, and pains war against me. |
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Why didst thou bring me forth out of the womb? O that I had been consumed, that eye might not see me l |
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I should have been as if I had not been, carried from the womb to the grave. |
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Shall not the fewness of my days be ended shortly? Suffer me, therefore, that I may lament my sorrow a little: |
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Before I go and return no more, to a land that is dark and covered with the mist of death: |
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A land of misery and darkness, where the shadow of death, and no order, but everlasting horror dwelleth. |