Job 17
1 My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.
2 Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth 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?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; who is there 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 denounceth his friends for a prey, 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 I am become an open abhorring.
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 godless.
9 The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
But return ye, all of you, and come now: and I shall not find a 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 droughts of my heart.
12 Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on 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 say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My 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 my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? and as for my hope, who shall see it?
