The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000.
Job Bemoans His Condition |
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My soul is weary of my life;
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I will leave my complaint upon myself; |
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. |
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I will say unto God, Do not condemn me;
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show me wherefore thou contendest with me. |
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Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress,
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that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, |
and shine upon the counsel of the wicked? |
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Hast thou eyes of flesh?
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Or seest thou as man seeth? |
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Are thy days as the days of man?
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Are thy years as man’s days, |
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that thou inquirest after mine iniquity,
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and searchest after my sin? |
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Thou knowest that I am not wicked;
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and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand. |
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Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about;
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yet thou dost destroy me. |
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Remember, I beeseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay;
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and wilt thou bring me into dust again? |
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Hast thou not poured me out as milk,
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and curdled me like cheese? |
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Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh,
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and hast fenced me with bones and sinews. |
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Thou hast granted me life and favor,
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and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit. |
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And these things hast thou hid in thine heart:
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I know that this is with thee. |
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If I sin, then thou markest me,
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and thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity. |
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If I be wicked, woe unto me;
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and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. |
I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction; |
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for it increaseth.
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Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: |
and again thou showest thyself marvelous upon me. |
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Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me;
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changes and war are against me. |
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Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb?
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Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me! |
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I should have been as though I had not been;
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I should have been carried from the womb to the grave. |
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Are not my days few? Cease then,
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and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, |
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before I go whence I shall not return,
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even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; |
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a land of darkness, as darkness itself;
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and of the shadow of death, without any order, |
and where the light is as darkness. |
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