4 As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
5 Look at me, and be astonished. Lay your hand on your mouth.
6 When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.
7 'Why do the wicked live, Become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?
8 Their child is established with them in their sight, Their offspring before their eyes.
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