Job - Chapter 17

1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me. 2If not -- mockeries `are' with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth. 3Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me? 4For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them. 5For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed. 6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am. 7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them. 8Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up. 9And the righteous layeth hold `on' his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And -- dumb are they all. 10Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man. 11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart! 12Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness. 13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch. 14To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm. 15And 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.