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17:1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
17:2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
17:3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
17:4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
17:5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey even the eyes of his children shall fail.
17:6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
17:7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
17:8 Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
17:9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
17:10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
17:11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
17:12 They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
17:13 If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:
17:14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
17:15 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
17:16 It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.