Job - Chapter 17

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

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