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Job 17

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

1 "My spirit is spent, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

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

2 Are there not mockers with me? And doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

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

3 "Lay it down now, give me a surety with Thee. Who is he that will strike hands with me?

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

4 For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.

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

5 He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even 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 also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a drum to beat on.

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

7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

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

8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

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

9 The righteous also shall hold to 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 "But as for you all, do ye return and come now, for I cannot find one wise man among you.

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

11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

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

12 They change the night into day; the light is short because 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 wait, the grave is mine house; I have made my bed in the 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 corruption, `Thou art my father'; to the worm, `Thou art my mother and my sister.'

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

15 And where is now my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?

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

16 It shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust."