Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and does not mine eye continue in their provocation?
Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
3 Lay down now, put me in a guarantor with you; who is he that will shake hands with me?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 For you have hid their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
5 He that speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He has made me also a byword of the people; and in old times I was as a timbrel.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and as one before whom men spit.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Upright men shall be appalled at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, do all of you return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are 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 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
