Chapter 17 | |
1 | My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me. |
2 | Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation? |
3 | Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me? |
4 | For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them. |
5 | He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail. |
6 | He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret. |
7 | Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow. |
8 | Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite. |
9 | The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. |
10 | But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you. |
11 | My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. |
12 | They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness. |
13 | If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. |
14 | I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister. |
15 | And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it? |
16 | They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust. |