Job 17 Job Laments and Prepares for Death “My spirit is crushed, my days are over; it’s the grave for me!

ISV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Job Laments and Prepares for Death “My spirit is crushed, my days are over; it’s the grave for me! ² Mockers surround me; I cannot stop staring at their hostility all through the night. ³ Offer, then, some collateral on my behalf. Is there anyone who will be my guarantor? ⁴ “Because you’re the one who closed their hearts to compassion; therefore, you won’t let them triumph. ⁵ Now as for the one who testifies against his friends to take their property, even the eyes of his children will fail. ⁶ “He has made me a byword among people; I’m being spit on in the face. ⁷ My eyes have grown weak from grief; and my whole body is as thin as a shadow. ⁸ The upright are appalled over this, and the innocent person is troubled by the godless. ⁹ But the righteous person will hold to his way, and those with clean hands will grow stronger and stronger.”
¹⁰ Job Prepares for Death“Come here now, all of you, and I won’t find a wise person among you. ¹¹ My days are passed; my plans have been shattered; along with my heart’s desires. ¹² They have transformed night into day— ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is about to become dark.’ ¹³ “If my hope were that my house is the afterlife itself, if I were to make my bed in darkness, ¹⁴ if I call out to the Pit, ‘You’re my father!’ or say to the worm, ‘My mother!’ or ‘My sister!’ ¹⁵ where would my hope be? “And speaking of my hope, who would notice it? ¹⁶ Will it go down to the bars that lock the doors of the afterlife? Will we descend together into the dust?”