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                    Job’s Reply (continued)17:1  My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the 
                    graves are ready for me.
 17:2  Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye 
                    continue in their provocation?
 17:3  Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he 
                    that will strike hands with me?
 17:4  For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: 
                    therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
 17:5  He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the 
                    eyes of his children shall fail.
 17:6  He hath made me also a byword of the people; and 
                    aforetime I was as a tabret.
 17:7  Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my 
                    members are as a shadow.
 17:8  Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the 
                    innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
 17:9  The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that 
                    hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
 17:10  But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I 
                    cannot find one wise man among you.
 17:11  My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even 
                    the thoughts of my heart.
 17:12  They change the night into day: the light is short 
                    because of darkness.
 17:13  If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my 
                    bed in the darkness.
 17:14  I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the 
                    worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
 17:15  And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall 
                    see it?
 17:16  They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our 
                    rest together is in the dust.
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