Job 17

¹My spirit shall be extenuated, my days shall be shortened, and the grave only remaineth for me.

²I have not sinned, and mine eye abideth in bitterness.

³Deliver me, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.

⁴Thou hast made their heart far from discipline, and therefore they shall not be exalted.

⁵He promiseth a prey to his fellows, and the eyes of his children shall fail.

⁶He hath set me as it were for a proverb of the common people, and I am an example before them.

⁷Mine eye is dim for indignation, and my members are brought as it were to nothing.

⁸The just shall be astonished upon this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.

⁹And the just shall hold his way, & with clean hands shall add strength.

¹⁰Be all you therefore converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.

¹¹My days have passed, my cogitations are dissipated, tormenting my heart:

¹²Night they have turned into day, and again after darkness I hope for light.

¹³If I shall expect, hell is my house, and in darkness I have made my bed.

¹⁴I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father, my mother, and my sister, to worms.

¹⁵Where is now then my expectation, and my patience who considereth.

¹⁶All my things shall descend into most deep hell: there at the least, shall I have rest thinkest thou?