35 lines
1.3 KiB
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35 lines
1.3 KiB
Markdown
# Chapter 17
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1 My spirit is broken.
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My days are extinguished.
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A graveyard awaits me.
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2 Surely mockers surround me,
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and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
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3 Accept my pledge! Put up security for me.
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Who else will be my sponsor?
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4 You have closed their minds to understanding,
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therefore you will not honor them.
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5 If a man denounces his friends for a price,
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the eyes of his children will fail.
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6 He has made me an object of scorn to the people;
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I have become a man people spit at.
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7 My eyes have grown dim from grief,
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and my whole body has become but a shadow.
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8 The upright are appalled at this,
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and the innocent are roused against the godless.
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9 Yet the righteous person will hold to his way,
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and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.
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10 But come back and try again, all of you.
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I will not find a wise man among you.
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11 My days have slipped by;
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my plans have been ruined,
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even the things dear to my heart.
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12 They turned night into day
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and made light seem near in the face of darkness.
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13 If I await Sheol as my home,
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spread out my bed in darkness,
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14 and say to corruption, “You are my father,”
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and to the maggot, “My mother” or “My sister,”
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15 where then is my hope?
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Who can see any hope for me?
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16 Will it go down to the gates of Sheol,
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or will we descend together to the dust? |