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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart (17:11) They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness (17:12) If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness (17:13) I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister (17:14) And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? (17:15) They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust
(17:16)
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