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Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness is in it.

Remember Thou that my life is a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.

Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.

Sealed up in a bag is my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.

Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.

Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

He is giving back what he laboured for, And doth not consume it; As a bulwark is his exchange, and he exults not.

And He is in one mind, And who doth turn Him back? And His soul hath desired -- and He doth it.

He keepeth back his soul from corruption, And his life from passing away by a dart.

To bring back his soul from the pit, To be enlightened with the light of the living.

And He uncovereth their ear for instruction, And saith that they turn back from iniquity.

After it roar doth a voice -- He thundereth with the voice of His excellency, And He doth not hold them back, When His voice is heard.

That I have kept back for a time of distress, For a day of conflict and battle.

Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

He laugheth at fear, and is not affrighted, And he turneth not back from the face of the sword.