Job 17 — DBY
17Verse 1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.Verse 2Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?Verse 3Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?Verse 4For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].Verse 5He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.Verse 6And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.Verse 7And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.Verse 8Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;Verse 9But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.Verse 10But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.Verse 11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.Verse 12They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.Verse 13If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:Verse 14I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!Verse 15And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?Verse 16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.