Job 17

1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave isreadyfor me.

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

2Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.

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

3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike 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 hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

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

5He that denounceth his 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.

6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.

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

7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, 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 stir up himself against the godless.

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

9Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.

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

10But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a 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, Even the 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, say they, is near unto the darkness.

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

13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

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

14If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou artmy mother, and my sister;

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

15Where then is my hope? And as for 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 once there is rest in the dust.

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