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For He crushes me with a tempest, And multiplies my wounds without cause.
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He will not allow me to catch my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
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If it is a matter of strength, indeed He is strong; And if of justice, who will appoint my day in court?
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Though I were righteous, my own mouth would condemn me; Though I were blameless, it would prove me perverse.
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"I am blameless, yet I do not know myself; I despise my life.
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It is all one thing; Therefore I say, 'He destroys the blameless and the wicked.'
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If the scourge slays suddenly, He laughs at the plight of the innocent.
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The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of its judges. If it is not He, who else could it be?
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"Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away, they see no good.
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They pass by like swift ships, Like an eagle swooping on its prey.
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If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face and wear a smile,'