Geneva1599 - Job - 17

17:1  My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.

17:2  There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.

17:3  Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?

17:4  For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.

17:5  For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.

17:6  Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.

17:7  Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.

17:8  The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.

17:9  But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.

17:10  All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.

17:11  My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart

17:12  Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.

17:13  Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke.

17:14  I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.

17:15  Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?

17:16  They shall goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.