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 and 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. My eye dwells on 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?
“Now give a pledge. Be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
4 Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
For you have hidden their heart from understanding, therefore you will not exalt them.
5 He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
He who denounces his friends for plunder, even the eyes of his children will fail.
6 He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
“But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. 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 will be astonished at this. The innocent will stir himself up against the godless.
9 The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
Yet the righteous will hold to his way. He who has clean hands will grow 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, come back. I will 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 plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
12 Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my 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, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’
15 Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
where then is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?
