Job 17 MSG/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

 
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1 "My spirit is broken, my days used up, my grave dug and waiting. 1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
2 See how these mockers close in on me? How long do I have to put up with their insolence? 2 Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
3 "O God, pledge your support for me. Give it to me in writing, with your signature. You're the only one who can do it! 3 "Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
4 These people are so useless! You know firsthand how stupid they can be. You wouldn't let them have the last word, would you? 4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
5 Those who betray their own friends leave a legacy of abuse to their children. 5 If a man denounces his friends for reward, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 "God, you've made me the talk of the town - people spit in my face; 6 "God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.
7 I can hardly see from crying so much; I'm nothing but skin and bones. 7 My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
8 Decent people can't believe what they're seeing; the good-hearted wake up and insist I've given up on God. 8 Upright men are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.
9 "But principled people hold tight, keep a firm grip on life, sure that their clean, pure hands will get stronger and stronger! 9 Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.
10 "Maybe you'd all like to start over, to try it again, the bunch of you. So far I haven't come across one scrap of wisdom in anything you've said. 10 "But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.
11 My life's about over. All my plans are smashed, all my hopes are snuffed out - 11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
12 My hope that night would turn into day, my hope that dawn was about to break. 12 These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.'
13 If all I have to look forward to is a home in the graveyard, if my only hope for comfort is a well-built coffin, 13 If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
14 If a family reunion means going six feet under, and the only family that shows up is worms, 14 if I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,'
15 Do you call that hope? Who on earth could find any hope in that? 15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
16 No. If hope and I are to be buried together, I suppose you'll all come to the double funeral!" 16 Will it go down to the gates of death ? Will we descend together into the dust?"