Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark; (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
