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 ready for me.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye continue 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, put me in a surety with you; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
For you have hid their heart from understanding: therefore shall you not exalt them.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
He that speaks flattery to his friends, 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.
He has made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, 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 stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that has 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?
But as for you all, do you return, and come now: for I cannot 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, even the 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 is short because of darkness.
If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in the darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
