Job Chapter Seventeen

1: My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

2: Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

3: Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

4: For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

5: He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even 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.

7: :Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

8: Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

9: The righteous also 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.

11: My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

12: They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

13: If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

14: I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.

15: And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

16: They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.