CHAPTER 17
1 My spirit shall be made feeble; my days shall be made short, and only the sepulchre is left to me.
2 I have not sinned, and mine eye dwelleth in bitternesses.
3 Lord, deliver thou me, and set [or put] me beside thee; and the hand of each man fight against me.
4 Thou hast made the heart of them far from doctrine, that is, from know-ing of truth; therefore they shall not be enhanced.
5 He promiseth prey to his fellows, and the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 He hath set [or put me] as into a proverb of the common people, and his ensample before them.
7 Mine eye dimmed at [the] indig-nation; and my members be driven as into nought.
8 Just [or rightwise] men shall wonder on this thing; and an innocent shall be raised up against an hypocrite.
9 And a just [or rightwise] man shall hold his way, and he shall add strength to clean hands.
10 Therefore all ye be turned again, and come ye; and I shall not find in you any wise man.
11 My days be passed; my thoughts be scattered, tormenting mine heart.
12 Those [or they] have turned the night into day; and again after dark-nesses hope for light.
13 If I sustain, either suffer patiently, hell is mine house; and I have arrayed my bed in darknesses.
14 I said to rot, Thou art my father; and to worms, Ye be my mother, and my sister.
15 Therefore where is now mine abiding? and who beholdeth my patience?
16 All my things shall go down into [the] deepest hell; guessest thou, whether rest shall be to me, namely there.