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