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“Why did I not die at birth, Come out of the womb and pass away?
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Why were the knees there in front of me, And why the breasts, that I would nurse?
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“Why is light given to one burdened with grief, And life to the bitter of soul,
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Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, And whom God has shut off?
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Have I sinned? What have I done to You, Watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, So that I am a burden to myself?
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Why then do You not forgive my wrongdoing And take away my guilt? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will search for me, but I will no longer exist.”
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I am guilty, Why then should I struggle in vain?
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I will say to God, ‘Do not condemn me; Let me know why You contend with me.
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‘Why then did You bring me out of the womb? If only I had died and no eye had seen me!
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Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hands?
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Why do You hide Your face And consider me Your enemy?
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Why does your heart take you away? And why do your eyes wink,
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Why are we regarded as animals, As stupid in your eyes?
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Why do you persecute me as God does, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
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As for me, is my complaint to a mortal? Or why should I not be impatient?
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Why do the wicked still live, Grow old, and also become very powerful?
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Job Says God Seems to Ignore Wrongs
“Why are times not stored up by the Almighty, And why do those who know Him not see His days?
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Behold, all of you have seen it; Why then do you talk of nothing?
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“Why do you complain to Him That He does not give an account of all His doings?
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The Reign of the Lord’s Anointed.
Why are the nations restless And the peoples plotting in vain?
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A Prayer for the Overthrow of the Wicked.
Why do You stand far away, Lord? Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?
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Why has the wicked treated God disrespectfully? He has said to himself, “You will not require an account.”
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A Cry of Anguish and a Song of Praise.
For the music director; upon Aijeleth Hashshahar. A Psalm of David.
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Far from my help are the words of my groaning.
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Why are you in despair, my soul? And why are you restless within me? Wait for God, for I will again praise Him For the help of His presence, my God.
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I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”