dby - 17

dby@Job:17:1 @ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

dby@Job:17:2 @ Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?

dby@Job:17:3 @ Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?

dby@Job:17:4 @ For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].

dby@Job:17:5 @ He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail.

dby@Job:17:6 @ And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.

dby@Job:17:7 @ And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.

dby@Job:17:8 @ Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;

dby@Job:17:9 @ But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.

dby@Job:17:10 @ But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.

dby@Job:17:11 @ My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.

dby@Job:17:12 @ They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.

dby@Job:17:13 @ If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

dby@Job:17:14 @ I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!

dby@Job:17:15 @ And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?

dby@Job:17:16 @ It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.

Job 17