Job 17

1My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.

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

2I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.

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

3Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.

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

4Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.

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

5He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.

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

6He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.

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

7My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.

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

8The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.

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

9And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

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

10Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.

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

11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.

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

12They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.

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

13If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.

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

14I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.

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

15Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?

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

16All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?

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