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17:1  “My spirit is broken, my days are quenched, I am marked for the grave.
17:2  Mockers are all around me; my eye meets only their hostility.
17:3  Be my guarantor, yourself! Who else will put up a pledge for me?
17:4  For you have shut their minds to common sense; therefore you will not let them triumph.
17:5  Should people share with their friends when their own children’s eyes are so sad?
17:6  “He has made me a byword among the peoples, a creature in whose face they spit.
17:7  I am nearly blind with grief, my limbs reduced to a shadow.
17:8  The upright are perplexed at this, the innocent aroused against the hypocrites.
17:9  Yet the righteous hold on to their way, and those with clean hands grow stronger and stronger.
17:10  “But as for you all, turn around! Come back! — yet I won’t find a wise man among you.
17:11  My days are over, my plans cut off, which I had cherished so;
17:12  but they [try to] turn [my] night into day, [saying,] ‘Light is near!’ — in the face of darkness.
17:13  “If I hope for Sh’ol to be my house; if I spread my couch in the dark;
17:14  if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to worms, ‘You are my mother and sister,’
17:15  then where is my hope? And that hope of mine, who will see it?
17:16  Only those who go down with me to the bars of Sh’ol, when we rest together in the dust.”