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Job 17

1 My spirit is broken, my days extinguished, the grave, mine.

1 "My spirit is broken, my days used up, my grave dug and waiting.

2 Surely mockers are with me, and my eye looks on their rebellion.

2 See how these mockers close in on me? How long do I have to put up with their insolence?

3 Take my guarantee. Who else is willing to make an agreement?

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!

4 You've closed their mind to insight; therefore, you won't be exalted.

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?

5 He denounces his friends for gain, and his children's eyes fail.

5 Those who betray their own friends leave a legacy of abuse to their children.

6 He makes me a popular proverb; I'm like spit in people's faces.

6 "God, you've made me the talk of the town - people spit in my face;

7 My eye is weak from grief; my limbs like a shadow—all of them.

7 I can hardly see from crying so much; I'm nothing but skin and bones.

8 Those who do the right thing are amazed at this; the guiltless become troubled about the godless.

8 Decent people can't believe what they're seeing; the good-hearted wake up and insist I've given up on God.

9 The innocent clings to his way; the one whose hands are clean grows stronger.

9 "But principled people hold tight, keep a firm grip on life, sure that their clean, pure hands will get stronger and stronger!

10 But you can bring all of them again, and I won't find a wise one among you.

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.

11 My days have passed; my goals are destroyed, my heart's desires.

11 My life's about over. All my plans are smashed, all my hopes are snuffed out -

12 They turn night into day; light is near because of the darkness.

12 My hope that night would turn into day, my hope that dawn was about to break.

13 If I hope for the underworld as my dwelling, lay out my bed in darkness,

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,

14 I've called corruption "my father," the worm, "my mother and sister."

14 If a family reunion means going six feet under, and the only family that shows up is worms,

15 Where then is my hope? My hope—who can see it?

15 Do you call that hope? Who on earth could find any hope in that?

16 Will they go down with me to the underworld; will we descend together to the dust?

16 No. If hope and I are to be buried together, I suppose you'll all come to the double funeral!"