Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind,
and I seek for burial, and obtain it not.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done?
and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 Who is this? let him [1]join hands with me.
4 For thou hast hid their heart from wisdom;
therefore thou shalt not exalt them.
5 He shall promise [2]mischief to [3]his companions:
but their eyes have failed for their children.
6 But thou hast made me a byword among the nations,
and I am become a scorn to them.
7 For mine eyes are dimmed through pain;
I have been grievously beset by all.
8 Wonder hath seized true men upon this;
and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way,
and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 Howbeit, do ye all strengthen yourselves and come now,
for I do not find truth in you.
11 My days have passed in groaning,
and my heart-strings are broken.
12 I have turned the night into day:
the light is short because of darkness.
13 For if I remain, Hades is my habitation:
and my bed hath been made in darkness.
14 I have called upon death to be my father,
and corruption to be my mother and sister.
15 Where then is yet my hope?
or where shall I see my good?
16 Will they go down with me to Hades,
or shall we go down together to the tomb?