Chapter 17
1My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the graves are ready for me.
2Surely mockers are with me, and my eye dwells on their rebellion.
3Lay down a pledge for me with yourself; who is there that will strike hands with me?
4For you have hidden understanding from their hearts; therefore you will not exalt them.
5He tells it to his neighbors as a portion, and the eyes of his children fail.
6He has made me a byword among the peoples, and I have become one in whose face they spit.
7My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.
8The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent is stirred up against the profane.
9The righteous holds fast his way, and he who has clean hands grows stronger.
10But you, all of you, return now and come, for I shall not find a wise man among you.
11My days have passed; my plans are torn away; the possessions of my heart are gone.
12They turn night into day; the light is near because of the darkness.
13If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I spread my bed in darkness,
14if I call the pit my father and the worm my mother and my sister,
15where then is my hope? Who will see it?
16Will they go down with me to the bars of Sheol, when rest lies together in the dust?
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Job
Job's Lament and Plea for a Mediator
Job 16:1-17:16
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