Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness: (Sheol h7585)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
