Job 17

1 [“] My spirit is destroyed, my days are extinguished—graves are for me.

2 If not, mockers [are] with me, and in their provocation my eye lodges.

3 Place, please, my pledge with You; who [is] he who will strike himself to my hand?

4 For You have hidden their heart from understanding, [and] upon thus You will not exalt [them].

5 He reports [his] friends for a portion, and the eyes of his sons are consumed.

6 And He has made me a byword among the peoples, and a spitting in the face I have become.

7 And my eye is dim from sorrow, and my members [are] like a shadow, all of them.

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

9 Yet the righteous shall hold to his way, and the one clean of hands shall add strength.

10 But all of them, you⁺ should return and come in, please! And I shall not find a wise one among you⁺.

11 My days have passed by, my plans are pulled out—the possessions of my heart.

12 They set the night into day: ‘Light [is] near in the face of darkness.’

13 If I await Sheol [as] my house, [if] in the darkness I spread out my bed,

14 [if] to the Pit I call out, ‘You are My father,’ or to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister’—

15 where, then, [is] my hope? And my hope, who can see it?

16 Will [it] go down into the hands of Sheol, if we may rest together upon the dust?”