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Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together

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For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up

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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

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Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder

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Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg

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The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat

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Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for

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Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off

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Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One

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What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life

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Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass

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Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me

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To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty

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My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away

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Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid

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What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place

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The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish

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The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them

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They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed

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For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid

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Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance

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Or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty

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Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred

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How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove

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Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind

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Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend

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Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie

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Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it

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Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things