Job appealeth from men to God.
Job 17:1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me. Job 17:2 There are none but mockers with mee, & mine eye continueth in their bitternesse. Job 17:3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand? Job 17:4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie. Job 17:5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
The unmerciful dealing of men with the afflicted may astonish, but not discourage the righteous.
Job 17:6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them. Job 17:7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe. Job 17:8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite. Job 17:9 But the righteous wil holde his way, & he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength. Job 17:10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
His hope is not in life, but in death.
Job 17:11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart Job 17:12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse. Job 17:13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke. Job 17:14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister. Job 17:15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for? Job 17:16 They shal goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.