Job 17

¹My spirit is broken ; my days are extinct ; the graveyard is ready for me.

²Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation .

³Lay down a pledge for me with you; who is there who will put up security for me ?

⁴Since you have closed their hearts to understanding , therefore you will not let them triumph .

⁵He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property — the eyes of his children will fail .

⁶He has made me a byword of the peoples , and I am one before whom men spit .

⁷My eye has grown dim from vexation , and all my members are like a shadow .

⁸The upright are appalled at this , and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless .

⁹Yet the righteous holds to his way , and he who has clean hands grows stronger and stronger .

¹⁰But you, come on again , all of you, and I shall not find a wise man among you.

¹¹My days are past ; my plans are broken off , the desires of my heart .

¹²They make night into day : The light , they say, is near to the darkness .

¹³If I hope for Sheol as my house , if I make my bed in darkness ,

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

¹⁵where then is my hope ? Who will see my hope ?

¹⁶Will it go down to the bars of Sheol ? Shall we descend together into the dust ?