Job asks for relief
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My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will be left for me.
2
I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.(a)
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Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against me.
4
You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.
5
He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.
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He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence.
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My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.
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The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.
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And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.
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Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.
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My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
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They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.
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If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.(b)
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I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”
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Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?
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Everything of mine will descend into the deepest underworld; do you think that, in that place at least, there will be rest for me?(c)
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