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Listen to this chapter • 1:43

[1] “My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.

[2] Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

[3] Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?

[4] You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.

[5] If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

[6] He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.

[7] My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.

[8] The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.

[9] Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

[10] But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.

[11] My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.

[12] They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.

[13] If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,

[14] and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

[15] where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

[16] Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”

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