Job 17
New International Version - Job 17 << | >> 123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142 17:1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me. 17:2 Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility. 17:3 'Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me? 17:4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph. 17:5 If a man denounces his friends for reward, the eyes of his children will fail. 17:6 'God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit. 17:7 My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow. 17:8 Upright men are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly. 17:9 Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger. 17:10 'But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you. 17:11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart. 17:12 These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.' 17:13 If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness, 17:14 if I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,' 17:15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? 17:16 Will it go down to the gates of death ? Will we descend together into the dust?'