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Job 17

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

1 "My spirit is broken, my days are quenched, I am marked for the grave.

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

2 Mockers are all around me; my eye meets only their hostility.

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

3 Be my guarantor, yourself! Who else will put up a pledge for me?

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

4 For you have shut their minds to common sense; therefore you will not let them triumph.

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

5 Should people share with their friends when their own children's eyes are so sad?

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

6 "He has made me a byword among the peoples, a creature in whose face they spit.

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

7 I am nearly blind with grief, my limbs reduced to a shadow.

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

8 The upright are perplexed at this, the innocent aroused against the hypocrites.

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

9 Yet the righteous hold on to their way, and those with clean hands grow stronger and stronger.

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

10 "But as for you all, turn around! Come back! -yet I won't find a wise man among you.

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

11 My days are over, my plans cut off, which I had cherished so;

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

12 but they [try to] turn [my] night into day, [saying,] 'Light is near!'-in the face of darkness.

13 If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,

13 "If I hope for Sh'ol to be my house; if I spread my couch in the dark;

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

14 if I say to the pit, 'You are my father,'and to worms, 'You are my mother and sister,'

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

15 then where is my hope? And that hope of mine, who will see it?

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

16 Only those who go down with me to the bars of Sh'ol, when we rest together in the dust."