Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
