Job 17
1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 And thou, [Creator!] attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
Who is this? let him join hands with me.
4 For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted [through them].
For you have hid their heart from wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 And he hath placed me here as a by-word unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
10 But all of you, do only return, and come but [to me]: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13 When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch; (Sheol h7585)
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it [fulfilled]?
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
