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17:1	My breath is corrupt, my dayes are extinct, the graues are ready for me.
17:2	Are there not mockers with mee? and doeth not mine eye continue in their prouocation?
17:3	Lay downe now, put me in a suretie with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
17:4	For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
17:5	Hee that speaketh flattery to his friends, euen the eyes of his children shall faile.
17:6	He hath made me also a by-word of the people, and afore time I was as a tabret.
17:7	Mine eye also is dimme by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
17:8	Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stirre vp himselfe against the hypocrite.
17:9	The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath cleane hands shalbe stronger, and stronger.
17:10	But as for you all, doe you returne, and come now, for I cannot find one wise man among you.
17:11	My dayes are past, my purposes are broken off, euen the thoughts of my heart:
17:12	They change the night into day: the light is short, because of darknes.
17:13	If I waite, the graue is mine house: I haue made my bedde in the darknesse.
17:14	I haue said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worme, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
17:15	And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
17:16	They shall goe downe to the barres of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.


17:1	My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
17:2	There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
17:3	Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
17:4	For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
17:5	For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
17:6	Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
17:7	Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
17:8	The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
17:9	But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
17:10	All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
17:11	My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
17:12	Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
17:13	Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke.
17:14	I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
17:15	Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
17:16	They shall goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.


17:1	My breth stincketh, my dayes are shortened. I am harde at deathes dore.
17:2	Froward men are wt me, and myne eye must continue in the bitternesse of them.
17:3	O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suertie in thy sight, what is he that knoweth who will promes for me?
17:4	For thou hast with holden their hertes from vnderstandynge, therfore shalt thou not sett (them) vp on hye.
17:5	He promiseth his frendes parte of his good, but his awne children spende it.
17:6	He hath made me as it were a byworde of the people: where as afore, I was theyr ioye.
17:7	Myne eye is dymme, for very heuynesse, & all my strength is become like a shadow.
17:8	Uertuous men therfore shall well consydre this, and the innocent shall take parte agaynst the ypocrite.
17:9	The righteous also will kepe hys waye, and he that hath cleane handes, wyll euer be stronger and stronger.
17:10	As for you, turne you, and get you hence (I praye you) seynge I cannot fynde one wyse man amonge you:
17:11	My dayes are past, and my councels and thoughtes of my hart are vanysshed awaye
17:12	chaungynge the night into daye, and the light into darcknes.
17:13	Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, and I haue made my bed in the darcke.
17:14	I call corrupcyon my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster.
17:15	What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who hath considred the thynge, that I loke for?
17:16	All that I haue, shall go downe into the pytt, and lye with me in the dust.