Job 17:1-16
17 “My spirit has been broken, my days have been extinguished;The graveyard awaits me.+
2 Mockers surround me,+And my eye must gaze at* their rebellious behavior.
3 Please accept my security, and keep it with you.
Who else will shake hands with me and pledge in my behalf?+
4 For you have concealed discernment from their heart;+That is why you do not exalt them.
5 He may offer to share with his friends,While the eyes of his children fail.
6 He has made me an object of scorn* among the peoples,+So that I became one in whose face they spit.+
7 From anguish my eyes grow dim,+And all my limbs are but a shadow.
8 Upright people stare in amazement at this,And the innocent one is disturbed over the godless.*
9 The righteous one keeps holding fast to his way,+And the one with clean hands grows stronger.+
10 However, you may all come and resume your arguing,For I have not found anyone wise among you.+
11 My days are finished;+My plans, the desires of my heart, have been shattered.+
12 They keep turning night into day,Saying, ‘Light must be near because it is dark.’
13 If I wait, the Grave* will become my home;+I will spread out my bed in darkness.+
14 I will call out to the pit,*+ ‘You are my father!’
To the maggot, ‘My mother and my sister!’
15 Where, then, is my hope?+
Who can see hope for me?
16 It* will go down to the barred gates of the Grave*When we all descend together into the dust.”+
Footnotes
^ Or “dwell on.”
^ Lit., “a proverb; a byword.”
^ Or “the apostate.”
^ Or “grave.”
^ That is, my hope.