| Chapter 17 |
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My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine. --
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Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation? --
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Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me? --
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For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them]. --
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He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail. --
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And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face. --
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And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow. --
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Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly; --
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But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength. --
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But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you. --
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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart. --
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They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness. --
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If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness: --
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I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister! --
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And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it? --
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It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust. --
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