Job 17

1My spirit is bound up, my days are extinguished, the graves are mine.

2If mockers are not with me, my eye dwells amid their provocations.

3Please appoint surety for me with yourself; who is he who will strike hands with me?

4Because you have hidden their heart from understanding, you will not exalt them.

5Whoever betrays his friends for a share, the eyes of his children will grow dim.

6He has made me a byword to the peoples, and I will be a timbrel before their faces.

7My eye has dimmed from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.

8Upright people are appalled at this, and the innocent rouses himself against the hypocrite.

9The righteous holds fast to his way, and one with clean hands grows stronger.

10However, all of you return and come, please; I will not find a wise man among you.

11My days have passed, my plans have been torn away, even the thoughts of my heart.

12They turn night into day: light stands near in the face of darkness.

13If I hope for Sheol as my house, I have spread my couch in the darkness.

14I call to corruption, "You are my father," and to the worm, "My mother and sister."

15Where then is my hope? Who will behold my hope?

16Will they go down to the bars of Sheol, or rest together upon the dust?