Job 17:1-16
17 “My very spirit* has been broken,+ my own days have been extinguished;The graveyard is for me.+
2 Certainly there is mockery at me,+And amid their rebellious behavior my eye lodges.
3 Please, do put my security with yourself.+Who else is there that will shake hands+ with me in pledge?
4 For their heart you have closed to discretion.+That is why you do not exalt them.
5 He may tell companions to take their shares,But the very eyes of his sons will fail.+
6 And he has set me forth as a proverbial saying+ of peoples,So that I become someone into whose face to spit.+
7 And from vexation my eye grows dimmer+And my members are all of them like the shadow.
8 Upright people stare in amazement at this,And even the innocent one gets excited over the apostate.
9 The righteous one keeps holding fast to his way,+And the one with clean hands+ keeps increasing in strength.+
10 However, YOU men may all of YOU resume. So come on, please,As I do not find anyone wise among YOU.+
11 My own days have passed along,+ my own plans have been torn apart,+The wishes of my heart.
12 Night they keep putting for day:+‘Light is near on account of darkness.’
13 If I keep waiting, Sheʹol is my house;+In the darkness+ I shall have to spread out my lounge.
14 To the pit+ I shall have to call out, ‘You are my father!’To the maggot,+ ‘My mother and my sister!’
15 So where, then, is my hope?+And my hope—who is it that beholds it?
16 To the bars of Sheʹol* they* will go down,When we, all together, must descend to the very dust.”+
Footnotes
^ “Sheol.” Heb., sheʼolʹ; Gr., haiʹden; Lat., in·ferʹnum. See App 4B.
^ “They,” fem., referring to “hope,” twice in vs 15.
