Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and does not mine eye continue in their provocation?
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Lay down now, put me in a guarantor with you; who is he that will shake hands with me?
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 For you have hid their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He that speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He has made me also a byword of the people; and in old times I was as a timbrel.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 But as for you all, do all of you return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
