Job appealeth from men to God.
Job 17:1 My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened. I am harde at deathes dore. Job 17:2 I haue disceyued no man, yet must myne eye continue in heuynesse. Job 17:3 O deliuer me, and set me by the: who shall them be able to thruste my handes together? Job 17:4 Thou haste withholden their hertes from vnderstandyng, therfore shall they not be sett vp on hye. Job 17:5 He promyseth hys frendes parte of hys good, but his owne chyldren spende it.
The unmerciful dealing of men with the afflicted may astonish, but not discourage the righteous.
Job 17:6 He hath made me as it were a byworde of the comon people. I am hys gestynge stocke amonge them. Job 17:7 My countenaunce is heuy for very anger & the membres of my body are become lyke a shadowe. Job 17:8 Vertuous men therfore shall wel consydre this, & the innocent shall take parte agaynst the ypocrite. Job 17:9 The ryghteous wyll kepe his waye, & he that hath cleane handes, wyll euer be stronger & stronger. Job 17:10 As for you, turne you, & get you hence, for I can not se one wyse man amonge you.
His hope is not in life, but in death.
Job 17:11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanyshed awaye, whych haue vexed myne herte, Job 17:12 chaunginge the nyght in to daye, and þe light into darcknes. Job 17:13 Though I tary neuer so moch, yet the graue is my house, & I must make my bed in the darcke. Job 17:14 I call corrupcion my father, and the wormes call I my mother and my syster. Job 17:15 What helpeth then my longe taryenge? Or, who wyll fulfyll the thynge, that I loke for? Job 17:16 All that I haue, shall go downe in to the pyt, and lye with me in the duste.