Job 17 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.

VIN⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me. ² »Mockers surrounded me. My eye dwells on their provocation. ³ Lay down a surety for me with you; who is he that will give surety for me? ⁴ Indeed, you have closed their mind from understanding; therefore, you will not let them triumph. ⁵ He who denounces his friends for plunder, Even the eyes of his children will fail. ⁶ He has made me also a byword of the peoples; and I am one in whose face they spit. ⁷ My eyes have grown weak from grief; and my whole body is as thin as a shadow. ⁸ Upright men are appalled at this, And the innocent man rouses himself against the polluted, ⁹ »Yet, the righteous person clings to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger. ¹⁰ "But now, you must come and try again! I will not find one wise man among you. ¹¹ My days have passed; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart. ¹² They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again. ¹³ If I wait for Sheol as my house, I have spread out my bed in the darkness; ¹⁴ if I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'My sister,' ¹⁵ "Where is my hope? Can you see any hope left in me? ¹⁶ Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Or shall we descend together into the dust?"