Darby - Job - 17

17:1  My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

17:2  Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?

17:3  Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?

17:4  For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].

17:5  He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.

17:6  And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.

17:7  And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.

17:8  Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;

17:9  But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.

17:10  But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.

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

17:12  They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.

17:13  If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

17:14  I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!

17:15  And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?

17:16  It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.