Job 17

1I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not. 2Weary I intreat; and what have I done? And strangers have stolen my goods. 3Who is this? Let him join hands with me. 4For You have hid their heart from wisdom, therefore You shall not exalt them. 5He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their children. 6But You have made me a byword among the nations, and I have become a scorn to them. 7For my eyes are dimmed through pain, I have been grievously beset by all. 8Wonder has seized true men upon this, and let the just rise up against the transgressor. 9But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage. 10How do you all strengthen yourselves and come now, for I do not find truth in you. 11My days have passed in groaning, and my heart strings are broken. 12I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. 13For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. 14I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister. 15Where then is yet my hope? Or where shall I see my good? 16Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?
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