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[1] MY spirit is weary, my days are extinct; the grave is ready for me,
[2] For there is no falsehood in me, and yet my spirit dwells in their bitterness.
[3] Make me, I pray thee, a hostage with thee; then I will surrender myself.
[4] For thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore they shall exalt themselves in their deception.
[5] When a friend behaves insolently toward his friend, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
[6] He has granted power to the nations; I shall be derided before them.
[7] My eye is dim because of anger, and all my senses are like a shadow.
[8] Upright men shall be amazed at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the guilty.
[9] The righteous also shall hold to his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger
[10] But as for you all, you are hypocritical, and yet you return and come to me; but I cannot find a wise man among you.
[11] O you time wasters! Dawdlers! Who think about nothing! O you destroyers of the hearts of the people!
[12] You change the night into day; and you bring forth the light before the darkness is over.
[13] If I wait, Sheol is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
[14] I have said to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, You are my mother and my sister.
[15] Where is now my hope and my trust? As for my hope, who shall find it?
[16] They shall go down to the bottom of Sheol; they shall descend together into the dust
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