< 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 mine eye abideth in 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 hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 They betray friends to gain benefit for themselves and their children suffer for it.
He that denounceth his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He has made me a proverb of ridicule among the people; they spit in my face.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become an open abhorring.
7 My eyes are worn out from crying and my body is a shadow of its former self.
Mine eye also is dim by reason 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 astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
9 Those who are right keep going, and those whose hands are clean grow stronger and stronger.
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax 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 return ye, all of you, and come now: 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 droughts of my heart.
12 They turn night into day, and say that daylight is close to darkness.
They change the night into a day: the fight, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
13 What am I looking for? To make my home in Sheol, to make my bed in darkness? (Sheol h7585)
If I look for Sheol as mine 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 art my father; to the worm, [Thou art] 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?
16 Will hope go down with me to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?” (Sheol h7585)
It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when once there is rest in the dust. (Sheol h7585)

< Job 17 >