📖 Job 17
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My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.
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2
There are none but mockers with mee, & mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
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3
Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
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For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
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5
For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
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Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
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Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
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8
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
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But the righteous wil holde his way, & he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
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10
All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
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11
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
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12
Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
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13
Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.
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14
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
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15
Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
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16
They shal goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.