Job continues his lamentation
||My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
||Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine 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 byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
||Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
||Upright men shall be astonied 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.
Job's hope in death
||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 mine 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 shall see it?
||They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.