Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10 But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
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, the possessions of my heart!
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of 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 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
