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1 MY breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the 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, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will 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 the eyes of his children shall fail. | |
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret. | |
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow. | |
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite. | |
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. | |
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you. | |
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. | |
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. | |
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: 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 bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust. | |
