Job 17
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Chapter overview
Job says his spirit is broken, his days are cut off, and the grave is ready for him. Surrounded by people who mock and by friends who have failed the test, he asks who will put up a pledge on his behalf, and finds that his only remaining hope would have to be sought in the darkness.
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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?
16You go down [to] the parts of Sheol, || If we may rest together on the dust.”
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