Job > Chapter 17 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 1MY breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.2Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?3Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt...