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Job 17

1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.

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

2 [Are there] not mockers with me? and doth not my eye continue in their provocation?

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

3 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who [is] he [that] will strike 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 understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].

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

5 He that speaketh flattery to [his] friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

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

6 He hath made me also a by-word of the people; and in former time I was as a tabret.

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

7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shade.

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 stir up himself against the hypocrite.

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

9 The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

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

10 But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot 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, [even] the 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 [is] short because of darkness.

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

13 If I wait, the grave [is] my house: I have made 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 have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] 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] now my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?

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

16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust.

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

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