Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
