Job

17 My spirit is broken, My days are extinguished, Graves are left me.

2 Verily there are mockers with me! And on their insults mine eye doth rest.

3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that on my side can pledge himself?

4 For their heart hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account thou wilt not exalt them.

5 He that for a share denounceth friends Even the eyes of his children shall be dim.

6 But he hath set me as the byword of peoples, And one to be spit on in the face do I become.

7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, And my members are like a shadow all of them.

8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, And the innocent against the impious shall rouse themselves.

9 That the righteous may hold on his way, And the clean of hands increase in strength.

10 But indeed as for them all will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find among you one who is wise?

11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, The possessions of my heart!

12 Night for day they appoint, Light is near by reason of darkness!

13 If I wait for hades as my house, In darkness have spread out my couch;

14 To corruption have exclaimed, My father thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm

15 Where then would be my hope? And as for my blessedness who should see it!

16 With me to hades would they go down, If wholly—into the dust is the descent!