Noyes - Job - 17

17:1  My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.

17:2  Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?

17:3  Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?

17:4  Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.

17:5  He who delivereth up his friends as a prey,—The eyes of his children shall fail.

17:6  He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.

17:7  My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.

17:8  Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.

17:9  The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.

17:10  But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.

17:11  My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.

17:12  Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.

17:13  Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness.

17:14  I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!

17:15  Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?

17:16  It must go down to the bars of the under-world, As soon as there is rest for me in the dust.