|Job 17 |
1 [Job still speaking] "My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2 Are there not mockers with me? And does not my eye continue in their provocation?
3 Lay down now and make a pledge for me with yourself; who is he that will be my guarantor?
4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding; therefore You shall not exalt them.
5 He who informs on his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 He has also made me a byword of the people; and I am a face for men to spit upon.
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are like a shadow.
8 Upright men shall be astounded at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the ungodly hypocrite.
9 The righteous shall hold to his way, and he who has clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 But as for you all, return and speak again, though I cannot find one wise man among you.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12 They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
13 If I wait, the grave is my house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
14 I have said to corruption, 'You are my father; 'to the worm, 'You are my mother and my sister.'
15 And now where is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
16 Will it [my hope] go down to the gates of the Sheol? Will we rest together in the dust?"
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