Job 17
1 “ My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me. 2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion. 3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor? 4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them. 5 If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail. 6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit. 7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow. 8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless. 9 Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger. 10 But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you. 11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off — even the desires of my heart. 12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness. 13 If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, 14 and say to corruption, ‘ You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘ My mother,’ or ‘ My sister,’ 15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? 16 Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?”