Death Is Near; Job Demands a Surety
Job 17:1-5
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¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
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Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
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Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
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For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
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He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
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