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Version 0.35.76, 26 August 2024

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Job Chapter 17

1“My spirit is broken,

My days are extinguished;

The graves await me.

2There are certainly mockers all around me,

And my eye has to endure their provocation.

3Arrange an agreement, I pray;

Pledge yourself on my behalf.

Who else is there

Who will shake hands with me?

4For you have hidden understanding from their heart;

It being so, you will not exalt them.”

5“When a person betrays his friends for a share of spoils,

Even his sons' eyes fail in astonishment.

6But he has made me a byword of various nations,

And I have become one who is spat on.

7And my eye has grown dim with grief,

And all my limbs are as a shadow.

8The upright will be astonished at this,

And the innocent man will be stirred up against the profane.

9But the righteous will hold to his way,

And he who is of clean hands will increase in strength.

10But to all of them I say,

‘Return, and come, I pray,

For I do not find a single wise man among you.’

11My days are passing;

My plans are dashed,

As are the thoughts of my heart.

12They appoint me night for day;

The light is short-lived because of darkness.

13If I have a hope,

The underworld is my home.

In darkness I will spread my bed.

14I call out to bodily decay,

‘You are my father’,

And to the worm,

You are my mother and my sister.’

15So where then is my hope?

And as for my hope, who will see it?

16You will descend by the litter-poles of the underworld

When with you I find rest in the dust.”

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