RWebster - 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 doth not my eye continue in their provocation?

17:3  Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?

17:4  For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them .

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

17:6  He hath made me also a byword of the people; and as one before whom men spit.

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

17:8  Upright men shall be appalled 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 hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

17:10  But as for you all, do ye 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 my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

17:14  I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art 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.