Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
6 But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
