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Thou wouldest call, and I would answer Thee; Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of Thy hands.
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But now Thou numberest my steps, Thou dost not even wait for my sin;
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My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and Thou heapest up mine iniquity.
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And surely the mountain falling crumbleth away, and the rock is removed out of its place;
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The waters wear the stones; the overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth; so Thou destroyest the hope of man.
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Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
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His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he regardeth them not.
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But his flesh grieveth for him, and his soul mourneth over him.