Job 17
Job’s hope in God: he expects rest in death.
M y spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness. *
2.1 C Not sinned — That is, I am not guilty of such sins as they charge me with.
3 Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
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6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
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11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
13 If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. *
13.1 C Hell — Sheol. The region of the dead.
14 I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
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16 All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest? *
16.1 C Deepest pit — Literally, hell.