Job 17

¹My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,

²Surely there are mockers with me,

³Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself;

⁴For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:

⁵He that denounceth his friends for a prey,

⁶But he hath made me a byword of the people;

⁷Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,

⁸Upright men shall be astonished at this,

⁹Yet shall the righteous hold on his way,

¹⁰But as for you all, come on now again;

¹¹My days are past, my purposes are broken off,

¹²They change the night into day:

¹³If I look for Sheol as my house;

¹⁴If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father;

¹⁵Where then is my hope?

¹⁶It shall go down to the bars of Sheol,