| 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? |
| 4
| For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou
not exalt them. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 15 | 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. |
