Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
My days have passed by, My devices have been 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 because of darkness.
If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I 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 I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
