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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,'
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I am afraid of all my sufferings; I know that You will not hold me innocent.
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If I am condemned, Why then do I labor in vain?
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If I wash myself with snow water, And cleanse my hands with soap,
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Yet You will plunge me into the pit, And my own clothes will abhor me.
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"For He is not a man, as I am, That I may answer Him, And that we should go to court together.
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Nor is there any mediator between us, Who may lay his hand on us both.