Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
My days have passed by, My devices have been 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 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 — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I 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 I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' '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?
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
