Job 17

1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

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

2Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?

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

3Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?

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

4For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].

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

5He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.

5He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.

6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

7And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.

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

8Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;

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

9But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.

9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.

10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

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

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

12They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.

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

13If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

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

14I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!

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

15And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?

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

16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.

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