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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.
3
[Is it] good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
9
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
15
If I be wicked, woe unto me; and [if] I be righteous, [yet] will I not lift up my head. [I am] full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;
16
For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.
17
Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine indignation upon me; changes and war [are] against me.
18
Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19
I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
22
A land of darkness, as darkness [itself; and] of the shadow of death, without any order, and [where] the light [is] as darkness.