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So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?

If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?

I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.

Then would I speak, and not fear him; For I am not so in myself.

Although thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?

For thou sayest, My doctrine is pure, And I am clean in thine eyes.

But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you: Yea, who knoweth not such things as these?

I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbor, I who called upon God, and he answered: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.

What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I am righteous.

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

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

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.