Job 17
1 My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will be left for me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against 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 You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —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 made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed. (Sheol h7585)
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, 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? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
