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Job 17

1 I perish, carried away by the wind, and I seek for burial, and obtain not.

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

2 Weary I intreat; and what have I done? and strangers have stolen my goods.

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

3 Who is this? let him join hands with me.

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

4 For thou hast hid their heart from wisdom; therefore thou shalt not exalt them.

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

5 He shall promise mischief to companions: but eyes have failed for children.

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

6 But thou has made me a byword amount the nations, and I am become a scorn to them.

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

7 For my eyes are dimmed through pain; I have been grievously beset by all.

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

8 Wonder has seized true men upon this; and let the just rise up against the transgressor.

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

9 But let the faithful hold on his own way, and let him that is pure of hands take courage.

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

10 Howbeit, do ye all strengthen and come now, for I do not find truth in you.

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

11 My days have passed in groaning, and my heart-strings are broken.

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

12 I have turned the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

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

13 For if I remain, Hades is my habitation: and my bed has been made in 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 have called upon death to be my father, and corruption my mother and sister.

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

15 Where then is yet my hope? or shall I see my good?

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

16 Will they go down with me to Hades, or shall we go down together to the tomb?

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

The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.