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Chapter 17 |
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1 | My breath is corrupt, my days are
extinct, the graves are ready for me. |
| 2 | Are there not mockers with me?
and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation? |
| 3 | Lay down now,
put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
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| 4 | For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou
not exalt them. |
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5 | He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the
eyes of his children shall fail. |
| 6 | He hath made me also a byword
of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret. |
| 7 | Mine eye also
is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow. |
| 8 |
Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself
against the hypocrite. |
| 9 | The righteous also shall hold on his way, and
he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. |
| 10 | But as
for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among
you. |
| 11 |
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the
thoughts of my heart. |
| 12 | They change the night into day: the light is
short because of darkness. |
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13 | If I wait, the grave is mine house: I
have made my bed in the darkness. |
| 14 | I have said to corruption,
Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. |
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And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? |
| 16 | They
shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the
dust. |
