17:11. My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
17:12. They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
17:13. If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
Hell. . .Sheol. The region of the dead.
17:14. I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
17:15. Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
17:16. All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?
Deepest pit. . .Literally, hell.
Job Chapter 18
Baldad again reproves Job and describes the miseries of the wicked.