UKJV - Job - 17

17:1  My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.

17:2  Are there not mockers with me? and does not mine eye continue in their provocation?

17:3  Lay down now, put me in a guarantor with you; who is he that will shake hands with me?

17:4  For you have hid their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.

17:5  He that speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

17:6  He has made me also a byword of the people; and in old times I was as a timbrel.

17:7  Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

17:8  Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

17:9  The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

17:10  But as for you all, do all of you return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.

17:11  My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

17:12  They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

17:13  If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

17:14  I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.

17:15  And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

17:16  They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.