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17:1  My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
17:2  Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
17:3  ‘Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
17:4  You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
17:5  If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail.
17:6  ‘God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.
17:7  My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
17:8  The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.
17:9  Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.
17:10  ‘But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.
17:11  My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart
17:12  turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near.
17:13  If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,
17:14  if I say to corruption, “You are my father,” and to the worm, “My mother” or “My sister”.
17:15  where then is my hope – who can see any hope for me?
17:16  Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?’