AB - Job - 17

17:1  I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.

17:2  Weary I intreat; and what have I done? And strangers have stolen my goods.

17:3  Who is this? Let him join hands with me.

17:4  For You have hid their heart from wisdom, therefore You shall not exalt them.

17:5  He shall promise mischief to his companions: but their eyes have failed for their children.

17:6  But You have made me a byword among the nations, and I have become a scorn to them.

17:7  For my eyes are dimmed through pain, I have been grievously beset by all.

17:8  Wonder has seized true men upon this, and let the just rise up against the transgressor.

17:9  But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.

17:10  How do you all strengthen yourselves and come now, for I do not find truth in you.

17:11  My days have passed in groaning, and my heart strings are broken.

17:12  I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

17:13  For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness.

17:14  I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption to be my mother and sister.

17:15  Where then is yet my hope? Or where shall I see my good?

17:16  Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?