Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
My spirit hath 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 in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
For a portion he sheweth 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 a wonder before them I am.
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
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?
Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch. (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
