God Has Made Me Weary

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If I speak, my own pain isn't eased; and if I don't speak, it still doesn't leave.

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"But now he has worn me out; you have desolated this whole community of mine.

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Besides, you have shriveled me up; and this serves to witness against me. My being so thin rises up against me and testifies to my face.

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He tears me apart in his anger; he holds a grudge against me; he gnashes on me with his teeth. "My enemies look daggers at me.

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Wide-mouthed, they gape at me; with scorn, they slap my cheeks; they gather themselves together against me.

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"God delivers me to the perverse, throws me into the hands of the wicked.

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I was at peace, and he shook me apart. Yes, he grabbed me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. He set me up as his target

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his archers surrounded me. He slashes my innards and shows no mercy, he pours my gall on the ground.

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He breaks in on me again and again, attacking me like a warrior.

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"I sewed sackcloth together to cover my skin and laid my pride in the dust;

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my face is red from crying, and on my eyelids is a death-dark shadow.