📖 Job 17
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My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.
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Froward men are with me, and myne eye must continue in the bitternesse of them.
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3
O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suretie in thy sight: what is he that knoweth who wyll promise for me?
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For thou hast withholden their heartes from vnderstanding, therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
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He that speaketh flatterie to his friend, the eyes of his children shall fayle.
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6
He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.
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Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.
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Vertuous men therefore shall well consider this, and the innocent shal take part against the hypocrite.
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The righteous also wyll kepe his way, and he that hath cleane handes wyll euer be stronger and stronger.
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10
As for al you, turne you and get you hence I pray you seeing I can not finde one wyse man among you.
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My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,
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12
Chaunging the night into day, and the light approching into darkenesse.
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Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.
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I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.
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Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
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These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.