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