68 lines
2.2 KiB
Markdown
68 lines
2.2 KiB
Markdown
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## Job Cries out to God
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###### 1
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"My soul is loathed by my life; I will abandon _all restraint_ in myself to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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###### 2
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I will say to God, 'Do not account me as wicked; Let me know why You contend with me.
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###### 3
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Is it good to You that You oppress, That You reject the labor of Your hands, And cause the counsel of the wicked to shine forth?
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###### 4
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Have You eyes of flesh? Or do You see as a mortal man sees?
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###### 5
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Are Your days as the days of a mortal man, Or Your years as man's years,
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###### 6
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That You should seek for my guilt And search after my sin?
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###### 7
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According to Your knowledge I am indeed not wicked, Yet there is no deliverer from Your hand.
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###### 8
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'Your hands fashioned and made me altogether, And would You swallow me up?
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###### 9
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Remember now, that You have made me as clay; And would You turn me into dust again?
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###### 10
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Did You not pour me out like milk And curdle me like cheese,
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###### 11
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Clothe me with skin and flesh, And knit me together with bones and sinews?
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###### 12
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You have made alongside me life and lovingkindness; And Your care has kept my spirit.
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###### 13
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Yet these things You have concealed in Your heart; I know that this is within You:
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###### 14
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If I sin, then You would take note of me And would not acquit me of my guilt.
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###### 15
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If I am wicked, woe to me! And if I am righteous, I dare not lift up my head. _I am_ sated with disgrace--so see my misery!
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###### 16
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Should _my head_ be set on high, You would hunt me like a lion; And again You would show Your wonders against me.
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###### 17
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You renew Your witnesses against me And increase Your vexation toward me; Hardship after hardship is with me.
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###### 18
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'Why then have You brought me out of the womb? Would that I had breathed my last and no eye had seen me!
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###### 19
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I should have been as though I had not been, Carried from womb to tomb.'
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###### 20
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Would He not cease for a few of my days? Withdraw from me that I may have a little cheer
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###### 21
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Before I go--and I shall not return-- To the land of darkness and shadow of death,
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###### 22
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The land of utter gloom as _the_ thick darkness _itself_, Of the shadow of death, without order, And which shines as the thick darkness."
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