约伯记 第17章 共42章
- 1My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
- 2Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
- 3"Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
- 4You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
- 5If a man denounces his friends for reward, the eyes of his children will fail.
- 6"God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.
- 7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
- 8Upright men are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.
- 9Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.
- 10"But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.
- 11My days have passed, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
- 12These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.'
- 13If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
- 14if I 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 death ? Will we descend together into the dust?"