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 extinguished, Graves, are left me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
