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Job 17

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

1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.

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

2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.

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

3 Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.

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

4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.

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

5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.

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

6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.

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

7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.

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

8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.

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

9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

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

10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.

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

11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.

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

12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.

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 wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.

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

14 I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.

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

15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?

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

16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?

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