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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.

22 A number of years will surely pass,
    and then I’ll walk a path that I won’t return.

Another lament

17 My spirit is broken,
    my days extinguished,
    the grave,[a] mine.
Surely mockers are with me,
    and my eye looks on their rebellion.
Take my guarantee.
    Who else is willing to make an agreement?
You’ve closed their mind to insight;
    therefore, you won’t be exalted.
He denounces his friends for gain,
    and his children’s eyes fail.
He makes me a popular proverb;
    I’m like spit in people’s faces.
My eye is weak from grief;
    my limbs like a shadow—all of them.
Those who do the right thing are amazed at this;
    the guiltless become troubled about the godless.
The innocent clings to his way;
    the one whose hands are clean grows stronger.

Footnotes

  1. Job 17:1 Or graves