Job Chapter 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.