1 My soul is weary of my life: I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say unto +God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou strivest with me.
3 Doth it please thee to oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, and shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
4 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?
5 Are thy days as the days of a mortal? are thy years as a man's days,
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