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Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruin - into the balances, they would lift up all at once!
My soul doth loathe my life, - I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
Remember my humiliation and my fleeings, the wormwood and poison;
In the day of my distress - unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
That he would declare to thee the secrets of wisdom, for they are double to that which actually is, - -Know then that GOD could bring into forgetfulness for thee, a portion of thine iniquity.