Job 17

1My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.● 2I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.● 3Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.● 4Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.● 5He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.● 6He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.● 7My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.● 8The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.● 9And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.● 10Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.● 11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.● 12They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.● 13If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.● 14I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.● 15Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?● 16All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?●