Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?
Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.
5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.
6 He hath made me also a byword of the people; and as one before whom men spit.
But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be appalled at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.
9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
15 And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
