Job 17 · איוב

My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye dwell on their provocation?

Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself: who else is there that will strike hands with me?

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

They are as one who invites friends to have a share, whilst the eyes of his children fail.

He has made me also a byword of the peoples; and I shall be a horror to every face.

My eye also is dim by reason of vexation, and all my members are as a shadow.

Upright men are astonished at this, and the innocent stirs up himself against the godless.

Yet the righteous holds on his way, and he that has clean hands grows stronger and stronger.

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

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

They change the night into day, saying, The light is near when the darkness is at hand.

If I look to She᾽ol as my home: if I spread my couch in the darkness:

if I say to the pit, Thou art my father; to the worm. Thou art my mother and my sister;

where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

Will they go down with me to the bars of She᾽ol? shall we descend together to the dust?