Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
“My spirit has been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves [are] for me.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations.
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me?
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
For You have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore You do not exalt them.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
For a portion he shows friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
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 set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And I am a wonder before them.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
And my eye is dim from sorrow, And my members—all of them—as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands adds 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 please return and come in, all of you, And I do not find a wise man among you.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
My days have passed by, My plans have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
They appoint night for day, Light [is] near because of darkness.
If I wait—Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my bed. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
To corruption I have called: You [are] 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] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?
