Job Prepares for Death

1My breath is corrupt, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes doore.

2Froward men are with me, and myne eye must continue in the bitternesse of them.

3O deliuer me, and loke out one to be my suretie in thy sight: what is he that knoweth who wyll promise for me?

4For thou hast withholden their heartes from vnderstanding, therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.

5He that speaketh flatterie to his friend, the eyes of his children shall fayle.

6He hath made me a byworde of the people, where as afore I was their ioy.

7Myne eye is dimme for very heauinesse, and all my strength is lyke a shadowe.

8Vertuous men therefore shall well consider this, and the innocent shal take part against the hypocrite.

9The righteous also wyll kepe his way, and he that hath cleane handes wyll euer be stronger and stronger.

10As for al you, turne you and get you hence I pray you seeing I can not finde one wyse man among you.

11My dayes are past, and my counsailes and thoughtes of my heart are vanished away,

12Chaunging the night into day, and the light approching into darkenesse.

13Though I tary neuer so much, yet the graue is my house, & I haue made my bed in the darke.

14I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.

15Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?

16(17:15) These shall go downe with me into the pit, and lye with me in the dust.