Job 17 — GNB

17My breath is exhausted; My days are at an end; The grave is ready for me.²Are not revilers before me? And doth not my eye dwell upon their provocations?³Give a pledge, I pray thee; be thou a surety for me with thee; Who is he that will strike hands with me?⁴Behold, thou hast blinded their understanding; Therefore thou wilt not suffer them to prevail.⁵He who delivereth up his friends as a prey,—The eyes of his children shall fail.⁶He made me the by-word of the people; Yea, I have become their abhorrence.⁷My eye therefore is dim with sorrow, And all my limbs are as a shadow.⁸Upright men will be astonished at this, And the innocent will rouse themselves against the wicked.⁹The righteous will also hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands will gather strength.¹⁰But as for you all, return, I pray! I find not yet among you one wise man.¹¹My days are at an end; My plans are broken off; Even the treasures of my heart.¹²Night hath become day to me; The light bordereth on darkness.¹³Yea, I look to the grave as my home; I have made my bed in darkness.¹⁴I say to the pit, Thou art my father! And to the worm, My mother! and, My sister!¹⁵Where then is my hope? Yea, my hope, who shall see it?¹⁶It must go down to the bars of the under-world, As soon as there is rest for me in the dust.