Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, 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 after darkness I hope for light again.
They change the night into day: The light, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness; (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, 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 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
