Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
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 who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —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.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs 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 will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather 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, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
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 say to the earth, You are my father; and 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 who will see my desire?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
