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Job 17

New International Version NIV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New International Reader's Version NIRV

1 My strength is almost gone. I won't live much longer. A grave is waiting for me.

2 People who make fun of me are all around me. I'm forced to watch as they attack me with their words.

3 "God, please pay the price to have me set free. Who else would put up money for me?

4 You have closed the minds of those who are trying to comfort me. They don't understand that I haven't done anything wrong. So don't let them win the argument.

5 Suppose a man tells lies about his friends to get a reward. Then his own children will suffer for it.

6 "God has made everyone laugh at me. People spit in my face.

7 My eyes have grown weak because I'm so sad. My body is so thin it hardly casts a shadow.

8 Those who claim to be honest are shocked when they see me. Those who think they haven't sinned are stirred up against me. They think I'm ungodly.

9 But godly people will keep doing what is right. Those who have clean hands will grow stronger.

10 "Come on, all of you! Try again! I can't find a wise person among you.

11 My life is almost over. My plans are destroyed. And so are the longings of my heart.

12 People like you turn night into day. Even though it's dark you say, 'Light is nearby.'

13 Suppose the only home I can hope for is a grave. And suppose I make my bed in the darkness of death.

14 Suppose I say to the grave, 'You are like a father to me.' And suppose I say to its worms, 'You are like a mother or sister to me.'

15 Then what hope do I have? Who can give me any hope?

16 Will hope go down to the gates of death with me? Will we go down together into the dust of the grave?"