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