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17:1  The end of my life is near. I can hardly breathe; there is nothing left for me but the grave.
17:2  I watch how bitterly everyone mocks me.
17:3  I am being honest, God. Accept my word. There is no one else to support what I say.
17:4  You have closed their minds to reason; don't let them triumph over me now.
17:5  In the old proverb someone betrays his friends for money, and his children suffer for it.
17:6  And now people use this proverb against me; they come and spit in my face.
17:7  My grief has almost made me blind; my arms and legs are as thin as shadows.
17:8  Those who claim to be honest are shocked, and they all condemn me as godless.
17:9  Those who claim to be respectable are more and more convinced they are right.
17:10  But if all of them came and stood before me, I would not find even one of them wise.
17:11  My days have passed; my plans have failed; my hope is gone.
17:12  But my friends say night is daylight; they say that light is near, but I know I remain in darkness.
17:13  My only hope is the world of the dead, where I will lie down to sleep in the dark.
17:14  I will call the grave my father, and the worms that eat me I will call my mother and my sisters.
17:15  Where is there any hope for me? Who sees any?
17:16  Hope will not go with me when I go down to the world of the dead.