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Chapter 17

My spirit is broken, my days finished,
    my burial at hand.
Surely mockers surround me,
    at their provocation, my eyes grow dim.
Put up a pledge for me with you:[a]
    who is there to give surety for me?

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Footnotes

  1. 17:3 Addressed to God; v. 10 to Job’s friends.