Job 17

My breath is corrupt,

My days are ^aextinct,

^bThe graves are ready for me.

²Are there not mockers with me?

And doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

³Lay down now, ^cput me in a surety with thee;

Who is he that ^dwill strike hands with me?

⁴For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:

Therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

⁵He that speaketh flattery to his friends,

Even ^ethe eyes of his children shall fail.

⁶He hath made me also ^fa byword of the people;

And aforetime I was as a tabret.

^7gMine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,

And all my members are ^has a shadow.

⁸Upright men shall be ⁱastonied at this,

And the innocent shall ^jstir up himself against the hypocrite.

⁹The righteous also shall hold on his way,

And he that hath ^kclean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

¹⁰But as for you all, ^ldo you return, and come now:

For I cannot find one wise man among you.

^11mMy days are past,

My purposes are ⁿbroken off,

Even the thoughts of my heart.

^12oThey change the night into day:

^pThe light is short, ^qbecause of darkness.

¹³If I wait, the grave is mine ^rhouse:

I have made my bed in the darkness.

¹⁴I have said to corruption, Thou art my father:

To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

¹⁵And where is now my hope?

As for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁶They shall go down to the ^sbars of the pit,

^tWhen our ^urest ^xtogether is in the dust.

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