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If I am wicked, woe to me; Even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head. I am full of disgrace; See my misery!
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If my head is exalted, You hunt me like a fierce lion, And again You show Yourself awesome against me.
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You renew Your witnesses against me, And increase Your indignation toward me; Changes and war are ever with me.
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'Why then have You brought me out of the womb? Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
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I would have been as though I had not been. I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
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Are not my days few? Cease! Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort,
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Before I go to the place from which I shall not return, To the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
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A land as dark as darkness itself, As the shadow of death, without any order, Where even the light is like darkness.' "