Job 17

1 “I am being destroyed, carried off on the wind;

I beg for burial and do not get it.

2 Worn out, I plead — and what have I done?

3 Strangers have stolen what belonged to me.

Who is this man? Let his hand be bound to mine.

4 You hid their heart away from discernment;

that is why you will not lift them up.

5 He will announce evils to his own company,

while my own eyes have wasted away over my sons.

6 You have made me a byword among the nations,

and I have turned into their laughingstock.

7 My eyes have gone dim with anger,

and they have all laid siege to me.

8 Amazement has taken hold of honest men at this,

and let the righteous man rise up against the lawbreaker.

9 Let the faithful man keep to his own road,

and let the man with clean hands take up courage.

10 But come on then, all of you, press in;

for I find nothing true in you.

11 My days have gone by in groaning,

and the joints of my heart are torn apart.

12 They have turned night into day;

the light is close, in the face of the darkness.

13 For if I wait, Hades is my house,

and my bed is laid out in the thick darkness.

14 I have called death my father,

and rot my mother and my sister.

15 So where is my hope now?

Will I ever see my good things?

16 Will they go down with me into Hades,

or will we go down together onto the mound?”