Job 17

1“My spirit has been destroyed, || My days extinguished—graves [are] for me. 2If not—mockeries [are] with me. And my eye lodges in their provocations. 3Now place my pledge with You; Who is he that strikes hand with me? 4For You have hidden their heart from understanding, || Therefore You do not exalt them. 5For a portion he shows friendship, || And the eyes of his sons are consumed. 6And He set me up for a proverb of the peoples, || And I am a wonder before them. 7And my eye is dim from sorrow, || And my members—all of them—as a shadow. 8The upright are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the profane. 9And the righteous lays hold [on] his way, || And the clean of hands adds strength. 10But please return and come in, all of you, || And I do not find a wise man among you. 11My days have passed by, || My plans have been broken off, || The possessions of my heart! 12They appoint night for day, || Light [is] near because of darkness. 13If I wait—Sheol [is] my house, || In darkness I have spread out my bed. 14To corruption I have called: You [are] my father. To the worm: My mother and my sister. 15And where [is] my hope now? Indeed, my hope, who beholds it?