Job 17
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2Are there not mockers around me? and doth not mine eye abide in their provocation?
3Lay down now a pledge, be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt them.
5He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day; the light they imagine near in presence of the darkness.
13If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:
14I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
16It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when our rest shall be together in the dust.
Job 18
1And Bildad the Shuhite answered and said,
2How long will ye hunt for words? Be intelligent, and then we will speak.
3Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed stupid in your sight?
4Thou that tearest thyself in thine anger, shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of its place?
5Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the flame of his fire shall not shine.
6The light shall become dark in his tent, and his lamp over him shall be put out.
7The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down.
8For he is sent into the net by his own feet, and he walketh on the meshes;
9The gin taketh him by the heel, the snare layeth hold on him;
10A cord is hidden for him in the ground, and his trap in the way.
11Terrors make him afraid on every side, and chase him at his footsteps.
12His strength is hunger-bitten, and calamity is ready at his side.
13The firstborn of death devoureth the members of his body; it will devour his members.
14His confidence shall be rooted out of his tent, and it shall lead him away to the king of terrors:
15They who are none of his shall dwell in his tent; brimstone shall be showered upon his habitation:
16His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off;
17His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name on the pasture-grounds.
18He is driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.
19He hath neither son nor grandson among his people, nor any remaining in the places of his sojourn.
20They that come after shall be astonished at his day, as they that went before them were affrighted.
21Surely, such are the dwellings of the unrighteous man, and such the place of him that knoweth not God.