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Job 10
Jewish Publication Society 1917 · Berean Standard Bible
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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Is it good unto Thee that Thou shouldest oppress, That Thou shouldest despise the work of Thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
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Although Thou knowest that I shall not be condemned; And there is none that can deliver out of Thy hand?
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Remember, I beseech Thee, that Thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt Thou bring me into dust again?
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If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head— Being filled with ignominy And looking upon mine affliction.
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And if it exalt itself, Thou huntest me as a lion; And again Thou showest Thyself marvellous upon me.
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Thou renewest Thy witnesses against me, And increasest Thine indignation upon me; Host succeeding host against me.
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Wherefore then hast Thou brought me forth out of the womb? Would that I had perished, and no eye had seen me!
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I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
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A land of thick darkness, as darkness itself; A land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as darkness.
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