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And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
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Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
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Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
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LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.
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My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
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I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
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I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
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Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.
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From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.
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She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place.
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Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high?
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Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
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He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
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He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
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The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
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He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
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He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.
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Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
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Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
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What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.
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Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, neither hath he imparted to her understanding.
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She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not her"s: her labour is in vain without fear;
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And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.
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Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in dust,
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Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
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Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?
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Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him?
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Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
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Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?
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The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
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