Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
Who is this? let him join hands with me.
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall 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 shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
