Job 17
1 My spirit is crushed; my life is extinguished; the grave is ready for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 Mockers surround me. I see how bitterly they ridicule me.
Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
3 God, you need to put down a pledge for me with yourself, for who else will be my guarantor?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 You have closed their minds to understanding, so do not let them win!
For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
5 They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
7 My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 People who think they are good are shocked to see me. Those who are innocent are troubled by the godless.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
9 Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10 Why don't you come back and repeat again what you've been saying?—yet I still won't find a wise man among you!
But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My life is over. My plans are gone. My heart is broken.
My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 Should I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?
if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
15 So then where is my hope? Can anyone see any hope for me?
where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
