Job 17

¹ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.   ² Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?   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 aforetime I was as a tabret.   ⁷ Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.   ⁸ Upright men shall be astonied 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.   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.   ¹² They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.   ¹³ If I wait, the grave is mine 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.   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.