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"My soul loathes my life; I will give free course to my complaint, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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I will say to God, 'Do not condemn me; Show me why You contend with me.
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Does it seem 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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Do You have eyes of flesh? Or do You see as man sees?
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Are Your days like the days of a mortal man? Are Your years like the days of a mighty man,
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That You should seek for my iniquity And search out my sin,
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Although You know that I am not wicked, And there is no one who can deliver from Your hand?
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'Your hands have made me and fashioned me, An intricate unity; Yet You would destroy me.
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Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay. And will You turn me into dust again?
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Did you not pour me out like milk, And curdle me like cheese,