Job 17
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are fading away; the grave is ready for me.
2 All I have with me are mockers, and my eyes must stay awake through their taunts.
3 Please, give me a pledge with you. Who else will strike hands with me?
4 For you have hidden understanding from their hearts; therefore you will not exalt them.
5 Whoever betrays friends for a share of the inheritance will see his children’s eyes fail.
6 He has made me a byword among the peoples; I have become someone they spit in the face.
7 My eye has grown dim with grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent rises up against the godless.
9 The righteous holds fast to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10 But all of you, come back and try again; I find no wise person among you.
11 My days have passed; my plans are shattered—the desires of my heart.
12 They turn night into day; light is near, even in the face of darkness.
13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, I spread my bed in the darkness.
14 I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother and my sister.’
15 Then where is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
16 It will go down to the bars of Sheol, when together we descend to the dust.”
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