Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [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 speaketh flattery to [his] friends, 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 aforetime I was as a tabret.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, 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] shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be 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: for I cannot find [one] 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 wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed 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.
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?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
