Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, and my days are over; 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 must always see their provocation.
There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
3 Give now a pledge, be a guarantee for me with yourself; who else is there who will help me?
Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
4 For you, God, have kept their hearts from understanding; therefore, you will not exalt them over me.
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 reward, the eyes of his children will 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 is also dim because of sorrow; all my body parts are as thin as shadows.
Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
8 Upright men will be stunned by this; the innocent man will stir himself up against godless men.
The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
9 The righteous man will keep to his way; he who has clean hands will 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; I will 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 shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 These people, these mockers, change the night into day; light is near to darkness.
Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
13 If the only home I hope for is Sheol; and if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
14 and if I have said to the pit, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'You are my mother or 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 can see any?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
