Job 17

1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me.● 2Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.● 3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?● 4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt `them'.● 5He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.● 6But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.● 7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.● 8Upright men shall be astonished at this, And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.● 9Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.● 10But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.● 11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.● 12They change the night into day: The light, `say they', is near unto the darkness.● 13If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;● 14If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister;● 15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?● 16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.●