Job 10:1-13
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1 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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2 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou contendest with me.
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3 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
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4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
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5 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man's days,
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6 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after my sin?
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7 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand.
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8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
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9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?
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11 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me with bones and sinews.
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12 Thou hast granted me life and favour, and thy visitation hath preserved my spirit.
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13 And these things hast thou hid in thine heart: I know that this is with thee.