Job 17
1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
2 Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.
Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
4 For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in 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 rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
