Job 17
1 "My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
3 "Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
4 For you have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore you shall not exalt them.
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5 He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this. The innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 But as for you all, come on now again; I shall not find a wise man among you.
But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
12 They change the night into day, saying 'The light is near' in the presence of darkness.
They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
15 where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
