Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 [Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me?
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 thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He who delivereth up his friends as a prey, —The eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shade.
My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.
8 Upright [men] shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
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, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light [is] short because 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 I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
