Job 17
1 “My spirit has been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
2 If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
3 Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore You do not exalt them.
For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
5 For a portion he shows friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
6 And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And I am a wonder before them.
But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
7 And my eye is dim from sorrow, And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
8 The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
9 And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands adds strength.
That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
10 But please return and come in, all of you, And I do not find a wise man among you.
But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
11 My days have passed by, My plans have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
12 They appoint night for day, Light [is] near because of darkness.
Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister.
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
15 And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
