17:1 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?”
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?”
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