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Job 17

1 "My spirit is pulled down; my days are extinguished; [the] graveyard [is] for me.

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

2 {Surely} mockery [is] with me, and my eye {rests} on their provocation.

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

3 Please lay down a pledge for me with yourself; who [is] he [who] will give security for my hand?

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

4 Indeed, you have closed their mind from understanding; therefore, you will not let [them] triumph.

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

5 He denounces friends for reward, so his children's eyes will fail.

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

6 "And he has made me a proverb for [the] peoples, {and I am one before whom people spit}.

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

7 And my eye has grown dim from grief, and the limbs of my body [are] all like a shadow.

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

8 [The] upright are appalled at this, and [the] innocent excites himself over [the] godless.

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

9 But [the] righteous holds on to his way, and {he who has clean hands} increases in strength.

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

10 But {all of you must return}--{please come}! But I shall not find a wise [person] 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 plans are broken down-- [even] the desires of my heart.

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

12 They make night into day, [saying], 'Light [is] {near to darkness}.'

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

13 If I hope [for] Sheol [as] my house, [if] I spread my couch 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 [if] I call to the pit, 'You [are] my father,' to the maggot, '[You are] my mother or my sister,'

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

15 where then [is] my hope? And {who will see my hope}?

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

16 Will they go down [to] the bars of Sheol? Or shall we descend together into the dust?"

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