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Chapter 16 12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

Chapter 17 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.