Job 17
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
3 "Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands 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 shall not exalt them.
For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
5 He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this. The innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
10 But as for you all, come on now again; I shall 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 are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 They change the night into day, saying 'The light is near' in the presence 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 If I have said to corruption, '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 where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
