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.

¹⁴If I 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?