Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Who is this? let him join hands with me.
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
