Book 18 : JOB - Chapter 017
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Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue
in their provocation
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Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that
will strike hands with me
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For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore
shalt thou not exalt them
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He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his
children shall fail
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He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I
was as a tabret
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Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members
are as a shadow
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Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall
stir up himself against the hypocrite
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The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath
clean hands shall be stronger and stronger
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But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot
find one wise man among you
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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the
thoughts of my heart
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They change the night into day: the light is short because of
darkness
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If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the
darkness
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I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm,
Thou art my mother, and my sister
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And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it
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They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest
together is in the dust
Book 18 : JOB - Chapter 017
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