Job Prepares for Death

1My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, & the graue is readie for me.

2There are none but mockers with mee, & mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.

3Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?

4For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.

5For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.

6Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.

7Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.

8The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.

9But the righteous wil holde his way, & he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.

10All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.

11My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart

12Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.

13Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shal make my bed in the darke.

14I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.

15Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?

16They shal goe downe into the bottome of the pit: surely it shall lye together in the dust.