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1	Job Complains to God / My Hopes Have Died My hopes have died, my time is up, and the grave is ready.	My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2	All I can see are angry crowds, making fun of me.	Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3	If you, Lord, don't help, who will pay the price for my release?	Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4	My friends won't really listen, all because of you, and so you must be the one to prove them wrong.	For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
5	They have condemned me, just to benefit themselves; now blind their children.	He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6	You, God, are the reason I am insulted and spit on.	He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7	I am almost blind with grief; my body is a mere shadow.	Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8	People who are truly good would feel so alarmed, that they would become angry with my worthless friends.	Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9	They would do the right thing and because they did, they would grow stronger.	The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10	But none of my friends show any sense.	But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
11	My life is drawing to an end; hope has disappeared.	My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12	But all my friends can do is offer empty hopes.	They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13	I could tell the world below to prepare me a bed.	If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14	Then I could greet the grave as my father and say to the worms, “Hello, mother and sisters!”	I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15	But what kind of hope is that?	And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16	Will it keep me company in the world of the dead?	They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.