Job 17
1 “My spirit has been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
2 If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
3 Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore You do not exalt them.
For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
5 For a portion he shows friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
6 And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And I am a wonder before them.
Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 And my eye is dim from sorrow, And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
8 The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
9 And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands adds strength.
But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
10 But please return and come in, all of you, And I do not find a wise man among you.
All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
11 My days have passed by, My plans have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 They appoint night for day, Light [is] near because of darkness.
Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister.
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
