God Has Made Me Weary

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Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?

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But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.

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And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me: And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

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He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

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They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.

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God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

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I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

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His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

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I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.

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My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;