Rotherham - Job - 17

17:1  My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.

17:2  Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.

17:3  Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?

17:4  For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.

17:5  He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.

17:6  But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.

17:7  Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.

17:8  Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.

17:9  That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.

17:10  But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?

17:11  My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!

17:12  Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!

17:13  If I wait for hades as my house, in darkness, have spread out my couch;

17:14  To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.

17:15  Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!

17:16  With me to hades, would they go down, If, wholly—into the dust, is the descent!