Viewing verse 1-3 of Job 17 (with context)
Read Full Chapter 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.*