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