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17:1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
17:2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
17:3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
17:4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
17:5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
17:6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
17:7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
17:8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
17:9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
17:10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
17:11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
17:12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
17:13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke.
17:14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
17:15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
17:16 They shall goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.