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 and 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. My eye dwells on their provocation.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
“Now give a pledge. Be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
For you have hidden their heart from understanding, therefore you will not exalt them.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
He who denounces his friends for plunder, even the eyes of his children will fail.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
“But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Upright men will be astonished at this. The innocent will stir himself up against the godless.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
Yet the righteous will hold to his way. He who has clean hands will grow 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, come back. I will not find a wise man amongst you.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are 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, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence 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 Sheol 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, ‘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? As for my hope, who will see it?
