15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
18 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?
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