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Who is he who will contend with me? If now I hold my tongue, I perish.
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"Only two things do not do to me, Then I will not hide myself from You:
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Withdraw Your hand far from me, And let not the dread of You make me afraid.
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Then call, and I will answer; Or let me speak, then You respond to me.
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How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my transgression and my sin.
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Why do You hide Your face, And regard me as Your enemy?
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Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble?
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For You write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
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You put my feet in the stocks, And watch closely all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
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"Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.