Job 17
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 art 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.
