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1 | My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are
ready for me. |
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2 | Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue
in their provocation? |
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3 | Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that
will strike hands with me? |
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4 | For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore
shalt thou not exalt them. |
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5 | He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his
children shall fail. |
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6 | He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I
was as a tabret. |
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7 | Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members
are as a shadow. |
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8 | Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall
stir up himself against the hypocrite. |
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9 | The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath
clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. |
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10 | But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot
find one wise man among you. |
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11 | My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the
thoughts of my heart. |
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12 | They change the night into day: the light is short because of
darkness. |
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13 | If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the
darkness. |
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14 | I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm,
Thou art my mother, and my sister. |
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15 | And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? |
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16 | They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest
together is in the dust. |
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