| Chapter 17 |
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My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me. --
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Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing. --
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Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine. --
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You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour. --
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As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children. --
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He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport. --
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My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade. --
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The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers. --
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Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength. --
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But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you. --
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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart. --
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They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark. --
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If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark; --
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If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister; --
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Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire? --
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Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust? --
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