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17:1  My breath is corrupt, my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.
17:2  Now there are only mockers with me, upon whose bitterness my eye continues to gaze.
17:3  Put up now, give me surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
17:4  For with these, thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore, thou shalt not exalt them.
17:5  He that speaks flattery to his neighbour, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
17:6  He has made me a byword of the peoples; and before them I have been as a tambourine.
17:7  My eyes are dim by reason of sorrow, and all my thoughts 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 shall hold on to his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
17:10  But return all of you, and come now; for I shall not find one that is wise among you.
17:11  My days are past, my thoughts were broken off, even the purposes of my heart.
17:12  They changed the night into day; the light is short because of the darkness.
17:13  If I wait, Sheol is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
17:14  I have said to the pit, Thou art my father; to the worms, my mother, and my sister.
17:15  And where shall my hope be now? As for my hope, who shall see it?
17:16  They shall go down to the bars of Sheol, and together they shall rest in the dust.