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 mine eye abideth in 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 hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
He that denounceth his friends for a prey, even 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 also a byword of the people; and I am become an open abhorring.
7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
Mine eye also is dim by reason 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 astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
10 Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
But return ye, all of you, and come now: 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 droughts of my heart.
12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
They change the night into a day: the fight, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
If I look for Sheol as mine 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 art my father; to the worm, [Thou art] 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?
