Job asks for relief
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“My spirit has been destroyed, || My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
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If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
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Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
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For You have hidden their heart from understanding, || Therefore You do not exalt them.
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For a portion he shows friendship, || And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
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And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, || And I am a wonder before them.
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And my eye is dim from sorrow, || And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
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The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
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And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, || And the clean of hands adds strength.
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But please return and come in, all of you, || And I do not find a wise man among you.
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My days have passed by, || My plans have been broken off, || The possessions of my heart!
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They appoint night for day, || Light [is] near because of darkness.
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If I wait—Sheol [is] my house, || In darkness I have spread out my bed.
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To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister.
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And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
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You go down [to] the parts of Sheol, || If we may rest together on the dust.”
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