Job 17
1My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will be left for me.
2I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness.
3Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against me.
4You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised.
5He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint.
6He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence.
7My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.
8The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite.
9And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength.
10Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom.
11My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart.
12They have turned night into day, and I hope for light again after the darkness.
13If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.
14I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.”
15Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience?
16Everything of mine will descend into the deepest underworld; do you think that, in that place at least, there will be rest for me?
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
5He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.