Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
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 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
