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Job: Chapter 17

Job appeals from men to God, 1-5. The unmerciful dealing of men with the afflicted may astonish, but not discourage the righteous, 6-10. His hope is not in life, but in death, 11-16.

1 "My breath is corrupt. My days are extinct. The graves are ready for me.

2 Are there not mockers with me? And does my eye not continue in their provocation?

3 Give now a pledge, and put me in a surety with you. Who is he who will strike hands with me?

4 For you have hid their heart from understanding; therefore, you shall not exalt them.

5 He who speaks flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

6 He has made me also a by-word of the people, and they spit in my face.

7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shade.

8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.

9 The righteous shall also hold on his way, and he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

10 But as for you all, return, and come now, for I cannot find one wise man among you.

11 My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

12 They change the night into day. The light is short because of darkness.

13 If I wait, the grave is my house. I have made my bed in the darkness.

14 I have said to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'You are my mother, and my sister.'

15 And now where is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?

16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust."