Job 17
1My 1 The grave is ready for me. 1
2Surely 1 And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation. 1
3Give 1 Who is there that will strike hands with me? 1
4For 1 Therefore shalt thou not exalt them. 1
5He 1 Even the eyes of his children shall fail. 2
6But 1 And they spit in my face. 1
7Mine eye 1 And all my members are as a shadow. 1
8Upright 1 And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless. 1
9Yet 1 And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger. 1
10But 1 And I shall not find a wise man among you. 1
11My 1 Even the thoughts of my heart. 1
12They 1 The light, say they, is near unto the darkness. 1
13If I 1 If I have spread my couch in the darkness; 1
14If I 1 To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister; 1
15Where then is 1 And as for my hope, who shall see it? 1
16It 1 When once there is rest in the dust.