Job Chapter 17
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Job’s hope in God: he expects rest in death.
17:1. My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened and only the grave remaineth for me.
17:2. I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Not sinned.... That is, I am not guilty of such sins as they charge me with.
17:3. Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
17:4. Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
17:5. He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
17:6. He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
17:7. My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
17:8. The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
17:9. And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
17:10. Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
17:11. My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
17:12. They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
17:13. If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness.
Hell.... Sheol. The region of the dead.
17:14. I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
17:15. Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
17:16. All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?
Deepest pit.... Literally, hell.