Job 17
1 My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will be left for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.
Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
3 Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against me.
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
4 You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.
For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
5 He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.
He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
7 My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.
Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.
Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
9 And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.
Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
10 Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.
They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed. (Sheol h7585)
If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”
If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
15 Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?
Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
