Job 17 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 17

My spirit

is broken;

my days

are extinguished;

the grave

awaits me.

Surely

mockers

surround me

and my eyes

must gaze

at their rebellion.

Give me,

I pray,

the pledge

You demand.

Who else

will be my guarantor?

You have closed

their minds

to understanding;

therefore

You will not

exalt them.

If a man denounces

his friends

for a price,

the eyes

of his children

will fail.

He has made me

a byword

to the people;

I am the one

in whose face

they spit.

My eyes

have grown dim

with grief,

and my whole

body

is but a shadow.

The upright

are appalled

at

this,

and the innocent

are stirred

against

the godless.

Yet the righteous

will hold

to his way,

and the one with clean hands

will grow

stronger.

But

come back

and try again,

all of you.

For I will not

find

a wise man

among you.

My days

have passed;

my plans

are broken off—

even the desires

of my heart.

They have turned

night

into day

and have made light

seem near

in the face

of darkness.

If

I look

for Sheol

as my home,

if I spread out

my bed

in darkness,

and say

to corruption,

‘You are

my father,’

and to the worm,

‘My mother,’

or ‘My sister,’

where

then

is my hope?

Who

can see

any hope for me?

Will it go down

to the gates

of Sheol?

Will we go down

together

into

the dust?”

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