Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike 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 understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find 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 thoughts of my heart.
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
They change 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)
If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (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 have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art 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 as for my hope, who shall see it?
