Job 17 (YLT)

¹ My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished--graves <FI>are<Fi> for me.

² If not--mockeries <FI>are<Fi> with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.

³ Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

⁴ For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.

⁵ For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.

⁶ And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

⁷ And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

⁸ Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

⁹ And the righteous layeth hold <FI>on<Fi> his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And--dumb are they all.

¹⁰ Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.

¹¹ My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!

¹² Night for day they appoint, Light <FI>is<Fi> near because of darkness.

¹³ If I wait--Sheol <FI>is<Fi> my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.

¹⁴ To corruption I have called: --`Thou <FI>art<Fi> my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' --to the worm.

¹⁵ And where <FI>is<Fi> now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

¹⁶ <FI> To<Fi> the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.