Job 17

¹ Job appealeth from men to God. ⁶ The unmerciful dealing of men with the afflicted may astonish, but not discourage the righteous. ¹¹ His hope is not in life, but in death.

1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me. ^{▼▼breath...: or, spirit is spent} 2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation? ^{▼▼continue: Heb. lodge} 3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me? 4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them . 5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail. 6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and as one before whom men spit. ^{▼▼aforetime: or, before them} 7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow. ^{▼▼my members: or, my thoughts} 8 Upright men shall be appalled at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite. 9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. ^{▼▼be...: Heb. add strength}

10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you. 11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. ^{▼▼the thoughts: Heb. the possessions} 12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. ^{▼▼short: Heb. near} 13 If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness. 14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. ^{▼▼said: Heb. cried, or, called} 15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? 16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.