The Book of Job

17: 1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,

 The grave is ready for me.

 ^17:2Surely there are mockers with me,

 And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.
 
 

 ^17:3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself;

 Who is there that will strike hands with me?

 ^17:4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding:

 Therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

 ^17:5He that denounceth his friends for a prey,

 Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
 
 

 ^17:6But he hath made me a byword of the people;

 And they spit in my face.

 ^17:7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,

 And all my members are as a shadow.

 ^17:8Upright men shall be astonished at this,

 And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.

 ^17:9Yet shall the righteous hold on his way,

 And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.

 ^17:10But as for you all, come on now again;

 And I shall not find a wise man among you.

 ^17:11My days are past, my purposes are broken off,

 Even the thoughts of my heart.

 ^17:12They change the night into day:

 The light, say they, is near unto the darkness.

 ^17:13If I look for Sheol as my house;

 If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

 ^17:14If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father;

 To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;

 ^17:15Where then is my hope?

 And as for my hope, who shall see it?

 ^17:16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol,

 When once there is rest in the dust.