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22 When the counted years are come, then I shall go the way from which I shall not return.

17 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.

Now there are only mockers with me, upon whose bitterness my eye continues to gaze.

Put up now, give me surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

For with these, thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore, thou shalt not exalt them.

He that speaks flattery to his neighbour, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.

He has made me a byword of the peoples; and before them I have been as a tambourine.

My eyes are dim by reason of sorrow, and all my thoughts are as a shadow.

Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

The righteous shall hold on to his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

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