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17:1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; The grave is ready for me.
17:2 Surely mockers are with me, And my eye gazes on their provocation.
17:3 “Establish, now, a pledge for me with Yourself; Who is there that will clap my hand in pledge?
17:4 For You have hidden their heart from insight, Therefore You will not exalt them.
17:5 He who informs against friends for a share of the spoil, The eyes of his children also will come to an end.
17:6 “But He has made me a byword of the people, And I am one at whom men spit.
17:7 My eye has also grown dim because of grief, And all my members are as a shadow.
17:8 The upright will be appalled at this, And the innocent will stir up himself against the godless.
17:9 Nevertheless the righteous will hold to his way, And he who has clean hands will grow mightier and mightier.
17:10 But come again all of you now, For I do not find a wise man among you.
17:11 My days are past; my plans are torn apart, Even the wishes of my heart.
17:12 They make night into day, saying, ‘The light is near,’ in the presence of darkness.
17:13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, I make my bed in the darkness;
17:14 If I call to the pit, ‘You are my father’; To the worm, ‘my mother and my sister’;
17:15 Where now is my hope? And who beholds my hope?
17:16 Will it go down with me to Sheol? Shall we together go down into the dust?”