Job Chapter 17
Job pictures the grave as his only remaining home while clinging to a shred of righteous resolve.
Job 17 continues the despair of Job 16, with Job describing his spirit as broken and his days as extinct, surrounded by mockers who make him 'a byword of the people.' He says he has made his bed in the darkness of the grave itself.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shade.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.