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Job , CHAPTER 17

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My spirit is broken, my days finished, my burial at hand.

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Surely mockers surround me, at their provocation, my eyes grow dim.

3

Put up a pledge for me with you: who is there to give surety for me?

4

You darken their minds to knowledge; therefore you will not exalt them.

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I am made a byword of the people; I am one at whom people spit.

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My eyes are blind with anguish, and my whole frame is like a shadow.

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The upright are astonished at this, the innocent aroused against the wicked.

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The righteous holds to his way, the one with clean hands increases in strength.

10

But turn now, and come on again; I do not find a wise man among you!

11

My days pass by, my plans are at an end, the yearning of my heart.

12

They would change the night into day; where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.

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If my only hope is dwelling in Sheol, and spreading my couch in darkness,

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If I am to say to the pit, “You are my father,” and to the worm “my mother,” “my sister,”

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Where then is my hope,

my happiness, who can see it?

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Will they descend with me into Sheol? Shall we go down together into the dust?