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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. |
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