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Far be it from me That I should say you are right; Till I die I will not put away my integrity from me.
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My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go; My heart shall not reproach me as long as I live.
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"May my enemy be like the wicked, And he who rises up against me like the unrighteous.
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For what is the hope of the hypocrite, Though he may gain much, If God takes away his life?
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Will God hear his cry When trouble comes upon him?
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Will he delight himself in the Almighty? Will he always call on God?
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"I will teach you about the hand of God; What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
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Surely all of you have seen it; Why then do you behave with complete nonsense?
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"This is the portion of a wicked man with God, And the heritage of oppressors, received from the Almighty:
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If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword; And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
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Those who survive him shall be buried in death, And their widows shall not weep,
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Though he heaps up silver like dust, And piles up clothing like clay--
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He may pile it up, but the just will wear it, And the innocent will divide the silver.
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He builds his house like a moth, Like a booth which a watchman makes.
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The rich man will lie down, But not be gathered up; He opens his eyes, And he is no more.
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Terrors overtake him like a flood; A tempest steals him away in the night.
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The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; It sweeps him out of his place.
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It hurls against him and does not spare; He flees desperately from its power.
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Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.