17:1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is ready for me. 17:2 Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation. 17:3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me? 17:4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt them. 17:5 He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail. 17:6 But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face. 17:7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow. 17:8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless. 17:9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger. 17:10 But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you. 17:11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart. 17:12 They change the night into day: The light, say they, is near unto the darkness. 17:13 If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness; 17:14 If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister; 17:15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it? 17:16 It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.