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Job 10
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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.
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2I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me.
- Show me why you contend with me.
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3Is it good to you that you should oppress,
- that you should despise the work of your hands,
- and smile on the counsel of the wicked?
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4Do you have eyes of flesh?
- Or do you see as man sees?
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5Are your days as the days of mortals,
- or your years as man’s years,
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6that you inquire after my iniquity,
- and search after my sin?
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7Although you know that I am not wicked,
- there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
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8“‘Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether,
- yet you destroy me.
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9Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay.
- Will you bring me into dust again?
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10Haven’t you poured me out like milk,
- and curdled me like cheese?
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11You have clothed me with skin and flesh,
- and knit me together with bones and sinews.
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12You have granted me life and loving kindness.
- Your visitation has preserved my spirit.
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13Yet you hid these things in your heart.
- I know that this is with you:
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14if I sin, then you mark me.
- You will not acquit me from my iniquity.
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15If I am wicked, woe to me.
- If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head,
- being filled with disgrace,
- and conscious of my affliction.
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16If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion.
- Again you show yourself powerful to me.
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17You renew your witnesses against me,
- and increase your indignation on me.
- Changes and warfare are with me.
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18“‘Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb?
- I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
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19I should have been as though I had not been.
- I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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20Aren’t my days few?
- Cease then.
- Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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21before I go where I shall not return from,
- to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
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22the land dark as midnight,
- of the shadow of death,
- without any order,
- where the light is as midnight.’”
