American Standard Version of 1901
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Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends;For the hand of God hath touched me.
Why do ye persecute me as God,And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Oh that my words were now written!Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
That with an iron pen and leadThey were graven in the rock for ever!
To him that is ready to faint kindness should be showed from his friend; {Or, Else might he forsake Or, But he forsaketh}Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
And there were born unto him seven sons and three daughters.
Oh remember that my life is a breath:Mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
He shall return no more to his house,Neither shall his place know him any more.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is weary of my life;I will give free course to my complaint;I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Surely I would speak to the Almighty,And I desire to reason with God.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak;And let come on me what will.
{Or, At all adventures I will take &c.}Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth,And put my life in my hand?
His remembrance shall perish from the earth,And he shall have no name in the street.
The memory of the righteous is blessed;But the name of the wicked shall rot.