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