Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there 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 denounceth his friends for a prey, 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 But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
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 godless.
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax 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, come on now again; And I shall not find a 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, [say they], is near unto the 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 If 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 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
