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