Job, Chapter 17, verses 1-7

¹ Job appealeth from men to God, ⁶ The unmerciful dealing of men with the afflicted may astonish, but not discourage, the righteous

¹My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

²Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

³Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

⁴For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

⁵He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

⁶He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

⁷Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.


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