American Standard Version
Job 10
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1My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
3Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
9Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
15If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.
16And if `my head' exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
17Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, And increasest thine indignation upon me: Changes and warfare are with me.
18Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me.
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