Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
He promiseth a prey to his companions, and 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.
He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
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?
Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
