Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see 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 desires of my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark; (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
