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, And the grave is ready for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
"Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
For you have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
He who denounces 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 has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. 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. 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. He who has clean hands shall grow 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; 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 plans are broken off, as are 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, saying 'The light is near' in the presence of 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, 'You are my father;' 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? As for my hope, who shall see it?
