Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; who is there that will strike hands with me?
Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 He that denounceth his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become an open abhorring.
And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10 But return ye, all of you, and come now: and I shall not find a wise man among you.
But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the droughts of my heart.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into a day: the fight, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness: (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15 Where then is my hope? and as for my hope, who shall see it?
And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
