17Verse 1My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.Verse 2Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?Verse 3Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?Verse 4Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.Verse 5He who delivereth up his friends as a prey,—The eyes of his children shall fail.Verse 6He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.Verse 7My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.Verse 8Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.Verse 9The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.Verse 10But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.Verse 11My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.Verse 12Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.Verse 13Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness.Verse 14I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!Verse 15Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?Verse 16It must go down to the bars of the under-world, As soon as there is rest for me in the dust.
Job 17 — GNB
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