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Job 17

1 My breath is corrupt, my days are cut off, and the grave is ready for me.

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

2 Now there are only mockers with me, upon whose bitterness my eye continues to gaze.

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

3 Put up now, give me 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 with these, thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore, thou shalt not exalt them.

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

5 He that speaks flattery to his neighbour, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.

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

6 He has made me a byword of the peoples; and before them I have been as a tambourine.

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

7 My eyes are dim by reason of sorrow, and all my thoughts are as a shadow.

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

8 Upright men shall be astonied 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 shall hold on to his way, and he that has 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 return all of you, and come now; for I shall not find one that is wise 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 thoughts were broken off, even the purposes of my heart.

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

12 They changed the night into day; the light is short because 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 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 the pit, Thou art my father; to the worms, 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 shall my hope be now? As for my hope, who shall see it?

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

16 They shall go down to the bars of Sheol, and together they shall rest in the dust.

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