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1 My breath is cor­rupt, my days are ex­tinct, the graves are ready for me. 2 Are there not mock­ers with me? and doth not mine eye con­tin­ue in their provo­ca­tion? 3 Lay down now, put me in a sure­ty with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me? 4 For thou hast hid their heart from un­der­stand­ing: there­fore shalt thou not ex­alt them. 5 He that speaketh flat­tery to his friends, even the eyes of his chil­dren shall fail. 6 He hath made me also a by­word of the peo­ple; and afore­time I was as a tabret. 7 Mine eye also is dim by rea­son of sor­row, and all my mem­bers are as a shad­ow. 8 Up­right men shall be as­tonied at this, and the in­no­cent shall stir up him­self against the hyp­ocrite. 9 The righ­teous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. 10 But as for you all, do ye re­turn, and come now: for I can­not find one wise man among you. 11 My days are past, my pur­pos­es are bro­ken off, even the thoughts of my heart. 12 They change the night into day: the light is short be­cause of dark­ness. 13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the dark­ness. 14 I have said to cor­rup­tion, Thou art my fa­ther: to the worm, Thou art my moth­er, and my sis­ter. 15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? 16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest to­geth­er is in the dust.