Job 17

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW JERUSALEM
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.	1 My breathing is growing weaker and the gravediggers are gathering for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?	2 Scoffers are my only companions, their harshness haunts my nights.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?	3 So you must go bail for me to yourself, for which of them cares to clap his hand on mine?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.	4 For you have shut their hearts to reason, hence not a hand is lifted.
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.	5 Just so is a man who invites his friends to share his property while the eyes of his own childrenlanguish.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.	6 I have become a byword among foreigners, and a creature on whose face to spit,
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.	7 since I am nearly blind with grief and my limbs are reduced to a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.	8 Any honest person is appal ed at the sight, the innocent is indignant at the sinner.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.	9 Anyone upright grows stronger step by step: and anyone whose hands are clean grows ever in vigour!
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.	10 Come on then, al of you, back to the attack! I shall not find one wise man among you!
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.	11 My days are over, so are my plans, my heart-strings are broken;
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.	12 yet they would have me believe that night is day, that light to dispel the darkness is at hand,
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.	13 when al I want, in fact, is to dwel in Sheol and in that darkness there to make my bed!
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou are my mother, and my sister.	14 To the tomb, I cry, 'You are my father!' -- to the worm, 'You are my mother-you, my sister!'
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?	15 Where then is my hope? Who can see any happiness for me?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.	16 unless they come down to Sheol with me, all of us sinking into the dust together?