22 “Only a few years will pass
    before I take the path of no return.(A)

17 My spirit(B) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(C)
    the grave awaits me.(D)
Surely mockers(E) surround me;(F)
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.(G)
    Who else will put up security(H) for me?(I)
You have closed their minds to understanding;(J)
    therefore you will not let them triumph.
If anyone denounces their friends for reward,(K)
    the eyes of their children will fail.(L)

“God has made me a byword(M) to everyone,(N)
    a man in whose face people spit.(O)
My eyes have grown dim with grief;(P)
    my whole frame is but a shadow.(Q)
The upright are appalled at this;
    the innocent are aroused(R) against the ungodly.
Nevertheless, the righteous(S) will hold to their ways,
    and those with clean hands(T) will grow stronger.(U)

22 For soon I must go down that road
    from which I will never return.

Job Continues to Defend His Innocence

17 “My spirit is crushed,
    and my life is nearly snuffed out.
    The grave is ready to receive me.
I am surrounded by mockers.
    I watch how bitterly they taunt me.

“You must defend my innocence, O God,
    since no one else will stand up for me.
You have closed their minds to understanding,
    but do not let them triumph.
They betray their friends for their own advantage,
    so let their children faint with hunger.

“God has made a mockery of me among the people;
    they spit in my face.
My eyes are swollen with weeping,
    and I am but a shadow of my former self.
The virtuous are horrified when they see me.
    The innocent rise up against the ungodly.
The righteous keep moving forward,
    and those with clean hands become stronger and stronger.