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Chapter 17
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My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves
are ready for me. |
2
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Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye
continue in their provocation? |
3
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Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is
he that will strike hands with me? |
4
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For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore
shalt thou not exalt them. |
5
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He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the
eyes of his children shall fail. |
6
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He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime
I was as a tabret. |
7
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Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my
members are as a shadow. |
8
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Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent
shall stir up himself against the hypocrite. |
9
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The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that
hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. |
10
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But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for
I cannot find one wise man among you. |
11
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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even
the thoughts of my heart. |
12
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They change the night into day: the light is short
because of darkness. |
13
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If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my
bed in the darkness. |
14
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I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the
worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. |
15
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And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall
see it? |
16
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They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our
rest together is in the dust. |
