The Book of JOB - Chapter Seventeen

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My spirit is broken,
    my days are cut short,
    the grave awaits me.

2 

Surely mockers surround me;
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

3 

‘Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.
    Who else will put up security for me?

4 

You have closed their minds to understanding;
    therefore you will not let them triumph.

5 

If anyone denounces their friends for reward,
    the eyes of their children will fail.

6 

‘God has made me a byword to everyone,
    a man in whose face people spit.

7 

My eyes have grown dim with grief;
    my whole frame is but a shadow.

8 

The upright are appalled at this;
    the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.

9 

Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways,
    and those with clean hands will grow stronger.

10 

‘But come on, all of you, try again!
    I will not find a wise man among you.

11 

My days have passed, my plans are shattered.
    Yet the desires of my heart

12 

turn night into day;
    in the face of the darkness light is near.

13 

If the only home I hope for is the grave,
    if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness,

14 

if I say to corruption, “You are my father,”
    and to the worm, “My mother” or “My sister”.

15 

where then is my hope –
    who can see any hope for me?

16 

Will it go down to the gates of death?
    Will we descend together into the dust?’

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The Book Of JOB

Chapter Seventeen

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