Job 17

1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished--graves <FI>are<Fi> for me.

1My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.

2If not--mockeries <FI>are<Fi> with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

2I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.

3Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

3Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.

4For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

4Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.

5For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

5He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.

6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

6He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.

7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

7My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.

8Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

8The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.

9And the righteous layeth hold <FI>on<Fi> his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And--dumb are they all.

9And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.

10Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.

10Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.

11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

11My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.

12Night for day they appoint, Light <FI>is<Fi> near because of darkness.

12They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.

13If I wait--Sheol <FI>is<Fi> my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

13If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.

14To corruption I have called: --`Thou <FI>art<Fi> my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.

14I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.

15And where <FI>is<Fi> now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

15Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?

16<FI> To<Fi> the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.

16All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?