18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
19 If 'we speak' of strength, lo, 'he is' mighty! And if of justice, Who, 'saith he', will summon me?
20 Though I be righteous, mine own mouth shall condemn me: Though I be perfect, it shall prove me perverse.
21 I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.
22 It is all one; therefore I say, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
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