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17 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?

Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?

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17 My spirit(A) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(B)
    the grave awaits me.(C)
Surely mockers(D) surround me;(E)
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.(F)
    Who else will put up security(G) for me?(H)

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