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