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Job 17:11-16

Lost Hope and the Certainty of the Grave

Job 17:11-16
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My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
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They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
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If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
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I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
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Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
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All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?
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