Job

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