Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
2 [Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me?
Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5 He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
8 Upright [men] shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
