Job 17
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I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.
2
Weary I intreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3
Who is this? let him Gr. be bound with my hand join hands with me.
4
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5
He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their
children.
6
But you has made me a byword amoung the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him whom is pure of hands take courage.
10
Nevertheless, do you all strengthen yourselves and come now, for I do not find truth
in you.
11
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.
14
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister.
15
Where then is yet my hope? or where shall I see my good?
16
Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?