Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
6 But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
10 But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason 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, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
