Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain [it] not.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
Weary I entreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Who is this? let him join 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 wisdom; therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
He shall promise mischief to [his] companions: but [their] eyes have failed for [their] children.
6 But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
But you has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.
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?
Howbeit, do you all strengthen [yourselves] and come now, for I do not find truth in you.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in darkness. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
I have called upon death to be my father, and corruption [to be] my mother and sister.
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
Where then is yet my hope? or [where] shall I see my good?
