Job 17 NLT ISV Parallel

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1“My spirit is crushed, and my life is nearly snuffed out. The grave is ready to receive me.

1"My spirit is crushed, my days are over; it's the grave for me!

2I am surrounded by mockers. I watch how bitterly they taunt me.

2Mockers surround me; I cannot stop staring at their hostility all through the night.

3“You must defend my innocence, O God, since no one else will stand up for me.

3Offer, then, some collateral on my behalf. Is there anyone who will be my guarantor?

4You have closed their minds to understanding, but do not let them triumph.

4"Because you're the one who closed their hearts to compassion; therefore, you won't let them triumph.

5They betray their friends for their own advantage, so let their children faint with hunger.

5Now as for the one who testifies against his friends to take their property, even the eyes of his children will fail.

6“God has made a mockery of me among the people; they spit in my face.

6"He has made me a byword among people; I'm being spit on in the face.

7My eyes are swollen with weeping, and I am but a shadow of my former self.

7My eyes have grown weak from grief; and my whole body is as thin as a shadow.

8The virtuous are horrified when they see me. The innocent rise up against the ungodly.

8The upright are appalled over this, and the innocent person is troubled by the godless.

9The righteous keep moving forward, and those with clean hands become stronger and stronger.

9But the righteous person will hold to his way, and those with clean hands will grow stronger and stronger."

10“As for all of you, come back with a better argument, though I still won’t find a wise man among you.

10"Come here now, all of you, and I won't find a wise person among you.

11My days are over. My hopes have disappeared. My heart’s desires are broken.

11My days are passed; my plans have been shattered; along with my heart's desires.

12These men say that night is day; they claim that the darkness is light.

12They have transformed night into day— 'The light,' they say, 'is about to become dark.'

13What if I go to the grave and make my bed in darkness?

13"If my hope were that my house is the afterlife itself, if I were to make my bed in darkness,

14What if I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?

14if I call out to the Pit, 'You're my father!' or say to the worm, 'My mother!' or 'My sister!'

15Where then is my hope? Can anyone find it?

15where would my hope be? "And speaking of my hope, who would notice it?

16No, my hope will go down with me to the grave. We will rest together in the dust!”

16Will it go down to the bars that lock the doors of the afterlife? Will we descend together into the dust?"