XVII. * My breath is corrupt,

My days are aextinct,

bThe graves are ready for me.

2  Are there not mockers with me?

And doth not mine eye * continue in their provocation?

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

Who is he that dwill strike hands with me?

4  For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:

Therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

5  He that speaketh flattery to his friends,

Even ethe eyes of his children shall fail.

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

And * aforetime I was as a tabret.

7  gMine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,

And all * my members are has a shadow.

8  Upright men shall be iastonied at this,

And the innocent shall jstir up himself against the hypocrite.

9  The righteous also shall hold on his way,

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

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

For I cannot find one wise man among you.

11  mMy days are past,

My purposes are nbroken off,

Even * the thoughts of my heart.

12  oThey change the night into day:

pThe light is * short, qbecause of darkness.

13  If I wait, the grave is mine rhouse:

I have made my bed in the darkness.

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

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

15  And where is now my hope?

As for my hope, who shall see it?

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

tWhen our urest xtogether is in the dust.