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Bible Verses About God
Key Bible Verses
My days pass on more swiftly than a runner; they flee without seeing anything good.
They skim by like skiffs built of reeds, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
"If I say, 'I'll forget my complaining, I'll put off my sad face and be cheerful,'
then I'm still afraid of all my pain, and I know you will not hold me innocent.
I will be condemned, so why waste my efforts?
Even if I washed myself in melted snow and cleansed my hands with lye,
you would plunge me into the muddy pit, till my own clothes would detest me.
"For he is not merely human like me; there is no answer that I could give him if we were to come together in court.
There is no arbitrator between us who could lay his hand on us both.
If he would remove his rod from me and not let his terrors frighten me,
then I would speak without fear of him; for when I'm alone, I'm not afraid.
I will say to God, 'Don't condemn me! Tell me why you are contending with me.
Do you gain some advantage from oppressing, from spurning what your own hands made, from shining on the schemes of the wicked?
Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as humans see?
Are your days like the days of mortals? Are your years like human years,
that you have to seek my guilt and search out my sin?
You know that I won't be condemned, yet no one can rescue me from your power.
Your own hands shaped me, they made me; so why do you turn and destroy me?
Please remember that you made me, like clay; will you return me to dust?
Didn't you pour me out like milk, then let me thicken like cheese?
You clothed me with skin and flesh you knit me together with bones and sinews.
You granted me life and grace; your careful attention preserved my spirit.
"'Yet you hid these things in your heart; I know what your secret purpose was -
to watch until I would sin and then not absolve me of my guilt.
If I am wicked, woe to me! -but if righteous, I still don't dare raise my head, because I am so filled with shame, so soaked in my misery.