17 1 Job sayeth that he consumeth away, and yet doth patiently abide it. 10 He exhorteth his friends to repentance, 13 showing that he looketh out for death.
1 My breath is corrupt: my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.
2 There are none but mockers with me, and mine eye continueth in their bitterness.
3 Lay down now, and put me in surety for thee: who is he, that will touch mine hand?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not set them up on high.
5 For the eyes of his children shall fail, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
6 He hath also made me a byword of the people, and I am as a tabret before them.
7 Mine eye therefore is dim for grief, and all my strength is like a shadow.
8 The righteous shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall be moved against the hypocrite.
9 But the righteous will hold his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
10 All you therefore turn you, and come now, and I shall not find one wise among you.
11 My days are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
12 Have changed the night for the day, and the light that approached, for darkness.
13 Though I hope, yet the grave shall be mine house, and I shall make my bed in the dark.
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worm, Thou art my mother and my sister.
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing that I hoped for?
16 They shall go down into the bottom of the pit: surely it shall lie together in the dust.
Footnotes
- Job 17:2
- Job 17:2
- Job 17:3
- Job 17:3
- Job 17:4
- Job 17:5
- Job 17:6
- Job 17:6
- Job 17:8
- Job 17:9
- Job 17:10
- Job 17:12
- Job 17:13
- Job 17:14
- Job 17:16
