17:1 My spirit is broken, my days finished, my burial at hand.
17:2 Surely mockers surround me, at their provocation, my eyes grow dim.
17:3 Put up a pledge for me with you: who is there to give surety for me?
17:4 You darken their minds to knowledge; therefore you will not exalt them.
17:5 For a share of property he informs on friends, while the eyes of his children grow dim.
17:6 I am made a byword of the people; I am one at whom people spit.
17:7 My eyes are blind with anguish, and my whole frame is like a shadow.
17:8 The upright are astonished at this, the innocent aroused against the wicked.
17:9 The righteous holds to his way, the one with clean hands increases in strength.
17:10 But turn now, and come on again; I do not find a wise man among you!
17:11 My days pass by, my plans are at an end, the yearning of my heart.
17:12 They would change the night into day; where there is darkness they talk of approaching light.
17:13 If my only hope is dwelling in Sheol, and spreading my couch in darkness,
17:14 If I am to say to the pit, “You are my father,” and to the worm “my mother,” “my sister,”
17:15 Where then is my hope, my happiness, who can see it?
17:16 Will they descend with me into Sheol? Shall we go down together into the dust?
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