Job Continues: Where Then Is My Hope?

1 “My spirit is broken; my days are 1extinct; 2the graveyard is ready for me.
2 Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their 3provocation.
3 “Lay down a pledge for me with you; who is there who will put up 4security for me?
4 Since you have closed their hearts to understanding, therefore you will not let them triumph.
5 He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property—the 5eyes of his children will fail.
6 “He has made me 6a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom men spit.
7 My 7eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like 8a shadow.
8 The upright are 9appalled at this, and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless.
9 Yet the righteous holds to his way, and he who has 10clean hands grows stronger and stronger.
10 But you, 11come on again, all of you, and I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 My 12days are past; my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.
12 They 13make night into day: ‘The light, ’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness. ’ a
13 If I hope for 14Sheol as 15my house, if I make my bed in darkness,
14 if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father, ’and to the worm, ‘My mother, ’ or ‘My sister, ’
15 where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?
16 Will it go down to the bars of 16Sheol? Shall we 17descend together 18into the dust? ”