Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; who is there that will strike hands with me?
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 He that denounceth his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become an open abhorring.
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
10 But return ye, all of you, and come now: and I shall not find a wise man among you.
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the droughts of my heart.
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 They change the night into a day: the fight, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
15 Where then is my hope? and as for my hope, who shall see it?
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
