Job 17

1 My spirit shall be made feeble; my days shall be made short, and only the sepulchre is left to me.⋮

2 I have not sinned, and mine eye dwelleth in bitternesses.⋮

3 Lord, deliver thou me, and set or put me beside thee; and the hand of each man fight against me.⋮

4 Thou hast made the heart of them far from doctrine, that is, from know-ing of truth; therefore they shall not be enhanced.⋮

5 He promiseth prey to his fellows, and the eyes of his sons shall fail.⋮

6 He hath set or put me as into a proverb of the common people, and his ensample before them.⋮

7 Mine eye dimmed at the indig-nation; and my members be driven as into nought.⋮

8 Just or rightwise men shall wonder on this thing; and an innocent shall be raised up against an hypocrite.⋮

9 And a just or rightwise man shall hold his way, and he shall add strength to clean hands.⋮

10 Therefore all ye be turned again, and come ye; and I shall not find in you any wise man.⋮

11 My days be passed; my thoughts be scattered, tormenting mine heart.⋮

12 Those or they have turned the night into day; and again after dark-nesses hope for light.⋮

13 If I sustain, either suffer patiently, hell is mine house; and I have arrayed my bed in darknesses.⋮

14 I said to rot, Thou art my father; and to worms, Ye be my mother, and my sister.⋮

15 Therefore where is now mine abiding? and who beholdeth my patience?⋮

16 All my things shall go down into the deepest hell; guessest thou, whether rest shall be to me, namely there.⋮