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OEB JOB Chapter 17

JOB 17 ©

17His anger hath ruined my days,

And for me is left nought but the grave.

2Delusion is surely my portion;

On bitterness tarries mine eye.

3Lay a pledge for me – Thou with Thyself:

For who else would strike hands with me?

4For their heart Thou hast hidden from wisdom,

And therefore Thou wilt not exalt them.

5One inviteth his friends to a feast,

While the eyes of his children are failing.

6Thou has made me the by-word of nations;

They look upon me as a monster.

7Mine eye is grown dim for vexation;

My members are all as a shadow.

11My days pass away without hope;

The desires of my heart are extinguished.

12The night I turn into day,

And the light is before me as darkness.

13If I hope, then the grave is my home,

And my couch I have spread in the darkness.

14I call to the pit, "My mother";

And unto the worm, "My sister."

15Where then were that "hope" of mine?

And my happiness who can espy?

16Will it go with me down to the grave?

Shall we sink to the dust together?

Bildad’s Picture of the Sure and Terrible Doom of the Wicked

JOB 17 ©

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