Job 17
1 My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
2 Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
[Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3 Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me?
4 Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
5 He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7 My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
8 Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
Upright [men] shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
11 My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
12 Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
15 Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
