Job 17

¹ My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.

² If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

³ Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

⁴ For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

⁵ For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

⁶ And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

⁷ And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

⁸ Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

⁹ And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.

¹⁰ Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.

¹¹ My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

¹² Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.

¹³ If I wait — Sheol [is] my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

¹⁴ To corruption I have called: — ‘Thou [art] my father.’ ‘My mother’ and ‘my sister’ — to the worm.

¹⁵ And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

¹⁶ [To] the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.