Jobin kirjaLuku 17

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My spirit is broken, my days are snuffed out, the graves are ready for me.
Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
Give me, I pray, the pledge you require; who else will shake hands as my guarantor?
You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
Whoever betrays his friends for a share of the spoil, the eyes of his children will fail.
He has made me a byword among the peoples, a man in whose face they spit.
My eyes have grown dim with grief, and all my limbs are but a shadow.
The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred up against the godless.
Yet the righteous holds to his way, and he whose hands are clean grows stronger.
But turn, all of you, and come again, I beg you! Yet I will find no wise man among you.
My days are past, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.'
If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
if I say to the pit, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,'
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
Will it go down with me to the bars of the grave? Shall we rest together in the dust?