Job 17
JPS Tanakh (Jewish Publication Society, 1917)
Berean Standard Bible
1My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.
1“My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me.
2Surely there are mockers with me, and mine eye abideth in their provocation.
2Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.
3Give now a pledge, be surety for me with Thyself; who else is there that will strike hands with me?
3Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor?
4For Thou hast hid their heart from understanding; therefore shalt Thou not exalt them.
4You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them.
5He that denounceth his friends for the sake of flattery, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
5If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and I am become one in whose face they spit.
6He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit.
7Mine eye also is dimmed by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.
7My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow.
8Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirreth up himself against the godless.
8The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless.
9Yet the righteous holdeth on his way, and he that hath clean hands waxeth stronger and stronger.
9Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now; and I shall not find a wise man among you.
10But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
11My days have passed; my plans are broken off— even the desires of my heart.
12They change the night into day; the light is short because of darkness.
12They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness.
13If I look for the nether-world as my house; if I have spread my couch in the darkness;
13If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
14If I have said to corruption: 'Thou art my father', to the worm: 'Thou art my mother, and my sister';
14and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
15Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
15where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
16They shall go down to the bars of the nether-world, when we are at rest together in the dust.
16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”
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