Job 17
1My spirit is broken.
My days are extinguished.
A graveyard awaits me.2
3Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.4
5Accept my pledge! Put up security for me. Who else will be my sponsor?6
7You have closed their minds to understanding, therefore you will not honor them.8
9If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.10
11He has made me an object of scorn to the people; I have become a man people spit at.12
13My eyes have grown dim from grief, and my whole body has become but a shadow.14
15The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are roused against the godless.16
17Yet the righteous person will hold to his way, and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.18
19But come back and try again, all of you. I will not find a wise man among you.20
21My days have slipped by; my plans have been ruined, even the things dear to my heart.22
23They turned night into day and made light seem near in the face of darkness.24
25If I await Sheol as my home, spread out my bed in darkness,26
27and say to corruption, “You are my father,” and to the maggot, “My mother” or “My sister,”28
29where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?30
31Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust?32
3Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.4
5Accept my pledge! Put up security for me. Who else will be my sponsor?6
7You have closed their minds to understanding, therefore you will not honor them.8
9If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.10
11He has made me an object of scorn to the people; I have become a man people spit at.12
13My eyes have grown dim from grief, and my whole body has become but a shadow.14
15The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are roused against the godless.16
17Yet the righteous person will hold to his way, and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.18
19But come back and try again, all of you. I will not find a wise man among you.20
21My days have slipped by; my plans have been ruined, even the things dear to my heart.22
23They turned night into day and made light seem near in the face of darkness.24
25If I await Sheol as my home, spread out my bed in darkness,26
27and say to corruption, “You are my father,” and to the maggot, “My mother” or “My sister,”28
29where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?30
31Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust?32