| Chapter 17 |
1 | My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
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2 | Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
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3 | Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
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4 | For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
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5 | He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail.
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6 | 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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7 | And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
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8 | Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
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9 | But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
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10 | But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
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11 | My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
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12 | They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
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13 | If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:
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14 | I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
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15 | And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
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16 | It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.
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