Death Is Near; Job Demands a Surety

Job 17:1-5

My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.

There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.

Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?

For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.

For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.