Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of 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 I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
