Job

1 My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.

2 Surely mockers surround me and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

3 Make arrangements! Put up security for me. Who *else will be my sponsor?

4 You have closed their minds to understanding, therefore You will not honor *them .

5 If a man informs on his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

6 He has made me an object of scorn to the people; I have become a man people spit at.

7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and my whole body has become but a shadow.

8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are roused against the godless.

9 Yet the righteous person will hold to his way, and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.

10 But come back *and try again, all of you. I will not find a wise man among you.

11 My days have slipped by; my plans have been ruined, even the things dear to my heart.

12 They turned night into day and *made light seem near in the face of darkness.

13 If I await Sheol as my home, spread out my bed in darkness,

14 and say to the Pit: You are my father, and to the worm: My mother or my sister,

15 where then is my hope? Who can see *any hope for me?

16 Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust?

English Bible[BR]