Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?
3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh 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 hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.
5 He that betrayeth 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 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.
7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, 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 be stirred up against the ungodly;
Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.
9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.
10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not 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, the cherished 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 [they imagine] near in presence of 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 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, 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 then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?
