Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon 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?
Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; 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.
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —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 made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather 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, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.
Yea, I look to the grave as my home; 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.
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
