Job 17

17:1I am destroyed, being borne by a wind; and I beseech a burial, and attain it not.

17:2In wearying I implore, for what shall I do? and strangers stole my possessions.

17:3Who is this to my hand tied together?

17:4For you hid their heart from intellect; on account of this, in no way shall you exalt them.

17:5He shall announce evils in portion; and eyes upon sons were melted away.

17:6But you appointed me for a common topic among the nations, and I resulted as laughter for them.

17:7For my eyes are calloused from wrath; I have been assaulted greatly by all.

17:8Wonder held true men over these things; and may the just rise up against the lawbreaker.

17:9But may the trustworthy hold his own way; and may the clean hands take courage.

17:10But however, let all be established and come indeed! for I do not find among you a true one.

17:11My days go by in groaning, and the articulations of my heart were torn.

17:12I put night for day; the light is near from the face of darkness.

17:13For if I remain, Hades is my house; and in dimness I will make my strewn bed.

17:14I called upon death to be my father; and rottenness to be my mother and sister.

17:15Where then is my hope? or shall I see my good?

17:16or will they go down with me into Hades? or with one accord shall we go down unto the embankment?