Job Capítulo 17

17 : 1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.

17 : 2 Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.

17 : 3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself. Who is there that will strike hands with me?

17 : 4 For thou have hid their heart from understanding. Therefore thou shall not exalt them.

17 : 5 He who denounces his friends for a prey, even the eyes of his sons shall fail.

17 : 6 But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.

17 : 7 My eye also is dim because of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.

17 : 8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the profane.

17 : 9 Yet the righteous shall hold on his way. And he who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

17 : 10 But as for you all, come on now again, and I shall not find a wise man among you.

17 : 11 My days are past. My purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

17 : 12 They change the night into day. The light, they say, is near to the darkness.

17 : 13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,

17 : 14 if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,

17 : 15 where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

17 : 16 It shall go down to the bars of Sheol when once there is rest in the dust.