Job Prays for Relief
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me. spirit
2Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye continue in their provocation? gaze on
3Lay down now, put me in a surety with you; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4For You have hidden their heart from understanding: therefore shall You not exalt them.
5He that speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6He has made me also a byword of the people; and beforetime I was as a tabret. one at whom people spit
7My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite. godless
9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10But as for youp all, do youp return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among youp.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14I have said to corruption, you are my father: to the worm, you are my mother, and my sister. decay
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
