Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me?
4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shade.
8 Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
Upright [men] shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave [is] my house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
