Job 17
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9 And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10 Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12 Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness: (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15 And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
