Job 17

¹My spirit will be wasted, my days will be shortened, and only the grave will be left for me

²I have not sinned, yet my eye remains in bitterness

³Free me, O Lord, and set me beside you, and let the hand of anyone you wish fight against me

⁴You have set their heart far from discipline; therefore, they will not be praised

⁵He promises prey to his companions, but the eyes of his sons will grow faint

⁶He has posted me like a proverb to the people, and I am an example in their presence

⁷My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing

⁸The just will be astounded over this, and the innocent will be stirred up against the hypocrite

⁹And the just will cling to his way, and clean hands will increase strength

¹⁰Therefore, be converted, all of you, and approach, for I do not find in you any wisdom

¹¹My days have passed away; my thoughts have been scattered, tormenting my heart

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

¹³If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed

¹⁴I have said to decay and to worms: “You are my father, my mother, and my sister.

¹⁵Therefore, where is my expectation now, and who is it that considers my patience

¹⁶Everything of mine will descend into the deepest underworld; do you think that, in that place at least, there will be rest for me