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Job Complains to God

My Hopes Have Died

17 My hopes have died,
my time is up,
    and the grave is ready.
All I can see are angry crowds,
    making fun of me.
If you, Lord, don't help,
who will pay the price
    for my release?
My friends won't really listen,
    all because of you,
and so you must be the one
    to prove them wrong.
They have condemned me,
just to benefit themselves;
    now blind their children.

You, God, are the reason
    I am insulted and spit on.
I am almost blind with grief;
    my body is a mere shadow.

People who are truly good
    would feel so alarmed,
that they would become angry
    with my worthless friends.
They would do the right thing
and because they did,
    they would grow stronger.[a]
10 But none of my friends
    show any sense.

11 My life is drawing to an end;
    hope has disappeared.
12 But all my friends can do
    is offer empty hopes.[b]
13 I could tell the world below
    to prepare me a bed.
14 Then I could greet the grave
    as my father
and say to the worms,
    “Hello, mother and sisters!”

15 But what kind of hope is that?
16 Will it keep me company
    in the world of the dead?

Footnotes

  1. 17.9 stronger: One possible meaning for the difficult Hebrew text of verses 8,9.
  2. 17.12 hopes: One possible meaning for the difficult Hebrew text of verse 12.

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