| Chapter 17 |
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My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me. -
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Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation. -
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Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me? -
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For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt [them]. -
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He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail. -
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But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face. -
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Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow. -
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Upright men shall be astonished at this, And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless. -
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Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger. -
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But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you. -
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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart. -
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They change the night into day: The light, [say they], is near unto the darkness. -
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If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness; -
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If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister; -
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Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it? -
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It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust. -
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