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For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea-- Therefore my words have been rash.
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For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
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Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass, Or does the ox low over its fodder?
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Can flavorless food be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
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My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
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"Oh, that I might have my request, That God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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That it would please God to crush me, That He would loose His hand and cut me off!
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Then I would still have comfort; Though in anguish, I would exult, He will not spare; For I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
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"What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
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Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze?
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Is my help not within me? And is success driven from me?