Job 17
Job Complains to God
My Hopes Have Died
1My hopes have died,
my time is up,
and the grave is ready.
2All I can see are angry crowds,
making fun of me.
3If you, Lord, don't help,
who will pay the price
for my release?
4My friends won't really listen,
all because of you,
and so you must be the one
to prove them wrong.
5They have condemned me,
just to benefit themselves;
now blind their children.
6You, God, are the reason
I am insulted and spit on.
7I am almost blind with grief;
my body is a mere shadow.
8People who are truly good
would feel so alarmed,
that they would become angry
with my worthless friends.
9They would do the right thing
and because they did,
they would grow stronger.#17.9 stronger: One possible meaning for the difficult Hebrew text of verses 8,9.
10But none of my friends
show any sense.
11My life is drawing to an end;
hope has disappeared.
12But all my friends can do
is offer empty hopes.#17.12 hopes: One possible meaning for the difficult Hebrew text of verse 12.
13I could tell the world below
to prepare me a bed.
14Then I could greet the grave
as my father
and say to the worms,
“Hello, mother and sisters!”
15But what kind of hope is that?
16Will it keep me company
in the world of the dead?

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