Job 17:7–16

⁷My eyes have grown dim with grief,

and my whole body is but a shadow.

⁸The upright are appalled at this,

and the innocent are stirred against the godless.

⁹Yet a righteous one holds to his way,

and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

¹⁰But come back and try again, all of you.

For I will not find a wise man among you.

¹¹My days have passed; my plans are broken off —

even the desires of my heart.

¹²They have turned night into day,

making light seem near in the face of darkness.

¹³If I look for Sheol as my home,

if I spread out my bed in darkness,

¹⁴and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’

and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

¹⁵where then is my hope?

Who can see any hope for me?

¹⁶Will it go down to the gates of Sheol?

Will we go down together into the dust?”