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15Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him;
But I will argue my ways before Him.
16This also shall be my salvation,
That a hypocrite cannot come before Him.
17Hear diligently my speech,
And let my declaration be in your ears.
18Behold now, I have ordered my cause;
I know that I shall be justified.
19Who is he that will contend with me?
For then would I hold my peace and die.
20Only do not two things unto me,
Then will I not hide myself from Thee:
21Withdraw Thy hand far from me;
And let not Thy terror make me afraid.
22Then call Thou, and I will answer;
Or let me speak, and answer Thou me.
23How many are mine iniquities and sins?
Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
24Wherefore hidest Thou Thy face,
And holdest me for Thine enemy?
25Wilt Thou harass a driven leaf?
And wilt Thou pursue the dry stubble?
26That Thou shouldest write bitter things against me,
And make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
27Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks,
And lookest narrowly unto all my paths;
Thou drawest Thee a line about the soles of my feet;
28Though I am like a wine-skin that consumeth,
Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

14 Man that is born of a woman
Is of few days, and full of trouble.
2He cometh forth like a flower, and withereth;
He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
3And dost Thou open Thine eyes upon such a one,
And bringest me into judgment with Thee?
4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
5Seeing his days are determined,
The number of his months is with Thee,
And Thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
6Look away from him, that he may rest,
Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
7For there is hope of a tree,
If it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
8Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
And the stock thereof die in the ground;
9Yet through the scent of water it will bud,
And put forth boughs like a plant.
10But man dieth, and lieth low;
Yea, man perisheth, and where is he?
11As the waters fail from the sea,
And the river is drained dry;
12So man lieth down and riseth not;
Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,
Nor be roused out of their sleep.