Job 17

1My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; graves await me.

2Surely mockers are with me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.

3Please put up a pledge for me with yourself; who else is there who would strike hands with me?

4For you have hidden their hearts from understanding; therefore you will not exalt them.

5One who denounces friends for a share—his children’s eyes will fail.

6He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one before whom people spit.

7My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.

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

9Yet the righteous holds fast to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

10But all of you, turn back and come now; I will not find a wise man among you.

11My days have passed; my plans have been torn apart, the desires of my heart.

12They make night into day; light is near in the face of darkness.

13If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I spread my bed in the darkness,

14I call to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother and my sister.’

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

16Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together to the dust?