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 extinguished, Graves, are left me.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason 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 for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
