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hast made desolate all my company.
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions; so that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. I loathe it; I would not live alway : let me alone ; for my days are vanity. Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul; which long for death but it cometh not : and dig for it more than for hid treasure. My days are past, my purposes are broken off; even the thoughts of my heart. When I looked for good, then evil came unto me; and when I waited for light, then came darkness. What is my strength, that I should hope ? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass ? Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me? And where now is my hope ? yet all the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change come.
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Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the day of an hireling? As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work; so am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and thé night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust ; my skin is broken and become loath
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. They are passed away as the swift ship, as the eagle that hasteth to the prey. O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away ; so he that goeth down to the grave
shall come up He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves aré ready for me. If I wait, the grave is mine house : I have made my bed in the darkness. I have said to corruption, Thou art my father : to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
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Even to day is my complaint bitter; my stroke is heavier than my groaning. The things that my soul refused to touch are as my
sorrowful meat. For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters, For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came. My face is foul with weeping, and on mine eyelids is the shadow of death ; not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
0 earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. My friends scorn me; but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour !
When a few years are come, then I shall the way whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death ; a land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness. There the wicked cease from troubling: and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master. They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
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My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. I will say unto God, Do not condemn me. Deliver me from the enemies' hand : redeem me from the hand of the mighty. Thou knowest that I am not wicked ; and there is none that can deliver out of thine hand. Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about'; yet thou dost destroy me. Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay ; and wilt thou bring me into dust again? Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy? Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thuu pursue the dry stubble? Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee. Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me arraid Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest, with kings and counsellers of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves; or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver.
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Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! For now it wouid be heavier than the sand of the sea : therefore
swallowed up. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit : the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me. His archers compass me round about; he
reins asunder, and doth not spare ; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath