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The Book of Job
Chapter 17
Job's hope in God: he expects rest in death.
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My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me. |
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I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness. |
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Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me. |
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Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted. |
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He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail. |
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He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them. |
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My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing. |
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The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite. |
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And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. |
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Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man. |
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My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart. |
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They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again. |
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If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. |
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I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister. |
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Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience? |
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All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest? |
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