Job 17

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

1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished--graves <FI>are<Fi> for me.

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

2If not--mockeries <FI>are<Fi> with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

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

3Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

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

4For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

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

5For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

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

6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

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

7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

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

8Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

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

9And the righteous layeth hold <FI>on<Fi> his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And--dumb are they all.

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

10Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.

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

11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

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

12Night for day they appoint, Light <FI>is<Fi> near because of darkness.

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

13If I wait--Sheol <FI>is<Fi> my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

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

14To corruption I have called: --`Thou <FI>art<Fi> my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.

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

15And where <FI>is<Fi> now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

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

16<FI> To<Fi> the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.