Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Who is this? let him join 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 you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of 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 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
