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Job 17

1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.

1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

2 Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?

2 Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

3 Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?

3 “Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?

4 For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].

4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.

5 He that betrayeth friends for a prey -- even the eyes of his children shall fail.

5 If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail.

6 And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.

6 “God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.

7 And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.

7 My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.

8 Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;

8 The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.

9 But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.

9 Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.

10 But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.

10 “But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.

11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.

11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart

12 They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.

12 turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near.

13 If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness:

13 If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,

14 I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!

14 if I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’

15 And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?

15 where then is my hope— who can see any hope for me?

16 It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, when [our] rest shall be together in the dust.

16 Will it go down to the gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”

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