Job

17:1		My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
17:2		Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
17:3		Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
17:4		You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
17:5		As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
17:6		He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
17:7		My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
17:8		The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
17:9		Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
17:10		But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
17:11		My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
17:12		They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
17:13		If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
17:14		If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
17:15		Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
17:16		Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?