My breath
is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are
ready for me.
02 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not
mine eye continue in their provocation?
03 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee;
who is he that will strike hands with me?
04 For thou hast hid their heart from
understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt
them.
05 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even
the eyes of his children shall fail.
06 He hath made me also a byword of the people;
and aforetime I was as a tabret.
07 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and
all my members are as a shadow.
08 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the
innocent shall stir up himself against the
hypocrite.
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09 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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