Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
2 [Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike hands with me?
Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
5 He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
6 He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.
And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shade.
And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
8 Upright [men] shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find [one] wise [man] among you.
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, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12 They change the night into day: the light [is] short because 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 I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
15 And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
