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The Book of Job, 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 mine 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 byword of the people; and aforetime I was
as a tabret.
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Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are
as a shadow.
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Upright men shall be astonied 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 mine 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 shall 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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