Job Chapter 17 |
1My spirit is crushed, my days run out;
The graveyard waits for me.
2Surely mocking men keep me company,
And with their provocations I close my eyes.
3Come now, stand surety for me!
Who will give his hand on my behalf?
4You have hidden understanding from their minds;
Therefore You must not exalt [them].
5He informs on his friends for a share [of their property],
And his children’s eyes pine away.
6He made me a byword among people;
I have become like Tophet of old.
7My eyes fail from vexation;
All shapes seem to me like shadows.
8The upright are amazed at this;
The pure are aroused against the impious.
9The righteous man holds to his way;
He whose hands are clean grows stronger.
10But all of you, come back now;
I shall not find a wise man among you.
11My days are done, my tendons severed,
The strings of my heart.
12They say that night is day,
That light is here—in the face of darkness.
13If I must look forward to Sheol as my home,
And make my bed in the dark place,
14Say to the Pit, “You are my father,”
To the maggots, “Mother,” “Sister”—
15Where, then, is my hope?
Who can see hope for me?
16Will it descend to Sheol?
Shall we go down together to the dust?