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9.11 :Behold, He snatcheth away, who can hinder Him?
 * Who will say unto Him: 'What doest Thou?'
 * God will not withdraw His anger;
 * The helpers of Rahab did stoop under Him.


 * How much less shall I answer Him,
 * And choose out my arguments with Him?
 * Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer;
 * I would make supplication to Him that contendeth with me.
 * If I had called, and He had answered me;
 * Yet would I not believe that He would hearken unto my voice—
 * He that would break me with a tempest,
 * And multiply my wounds without cause;
 * That would not suffer me to take my breath,
 * But fill me with bitterness.
 * If it be a matter of strength, lo, He is mighty!
 * And if of justice, who will appoint me a time
 * Though I be righteous, mine own mouth shall condemn me;
 * Though I be innocent, He shall prove me perverse.
 * I am innocent—I regard not myself,
 * I despise my life.
 * It is all one—therefore I say:
 * He destroyeth the innocent and the wicked.
 * If the scourge slay suddenly,
 * He will mock at the calamity of the guiltless.
 * The earth is given into the hand of the wicked;
 * He covereth the faces of the judges thereof;
 * If it be not He, who then is it?
 * Now my days are swifter than a runner;
 * They flee away, they see no good.
 * They are passed away as the swift ships;
 * As the vulture that swoopeth on the prey.
 * If I say: 'I will forget my complaint,
 * I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer',
 * I am afraid of all my pains,
 * I know that Thou wilt not hold me guiltless.
 * I shall be condemned;
 * Why then do I labour in vain?
 * If I wash myself with snow water,
 * And make my hands never so clean;
 * Yet wilt Thou plunge me in the ditch,
 * And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
 * For He is not a man, as I am, that I should answer Him,
 * That we should come together in judgment.
 * There is no arbiter betwixt us,
 * That might lay his hand upon us both.
 * Let Him take His rod away from me,
 * And let not His terror make me afraid;
 * Then would I speak, and not fear Him;
 * For I am not so with myself.


 * My soul is weary of my life;
 * I will give free course to my complaint;
 * I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
 * I will say unto God: Do not condemn me;
 * Make me know wherefore Thou contendest with me.