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Bible Verses About God
Key Bible Verses
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee without seeing good.
They sweep by like boats of papyrus, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
If I were to say, ‘I will forget my complaint and change my expression and smile,’
I would still dread all my sufferings; I know that You will not acquit me.
Since I am already found guilty, why should I labor in vain?
If I should wash myself with snow and cleanse my hands with lye,
then You would plunge me into the pit, and even my own clothes would despise me.
For He is not a man like me, that I can answer Him, that we can take each other to court.
Nor is there a mediator between us, to lay his hand upon us both.
Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.
Then I would speak without fear of Him. But as it is, I am on my own.
I will say to God: Do not condemn me! Let me know why You prosecute me.
Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
Do You have eyes of flesh? Do You see as man sees?
Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a man,
that You should seek my iniquity and search out my sin—
though You know that I am not guilty, and there is no deliverance from Your hand?
Your hands shaped me and altogether formed me. Would You now turn and destroy me?
Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Did You not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
You have granted me life and loving devotion, and Your care has preserved my spirit.
Yet You concealed these things in Your heart, and I know that this was in Your mind:
If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
If I am guilty, woe to me! And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift my head. I am full of shame and aware of my affliction.