Job Continues: Where Then Is My Hope?
"My spirit is broken; my days are j extinct;
k the graveyard is ready for me.
Surely there are mockers about me,
and my eye dwells on their l provocation.
"Lay down a pledge for me with yourself;
who is there who will put up m security for me?
Since you have closed their hearts to understanding,
therefore you will not let them triumph.
He who informs against his friends to get a share of their property -
the n eyes of his children will fail.
"He has made me o a byword of the peoples,
and I am one before whom men spit.
My p eye has grown dim from vexation,
and all my members are like q a shadow.
The upright are r appalled at this,
and the innocent stirs himself up against the godless.
Yet the righteous holds to his way,
and he who has s clean hands grows stronger and stronger.
But you, t come on again, all of you,
and I shall not find a wise man among you.
My u days are past; my plans are broken off,
the desires of my heart.
They v make night into day:
'The light,' they say, 'is near to the darkness.'
If I hope for w Sheol as x my house,
if I make my bed in darkness,
if I say to the pit, 'You are my father,'
and to the worm, 'My mother,' or 'My sister,'
where then is my hope?
Who will see my hope?
Will it go down to the bars of w Sheol?
Shall we y descend together z into the dust?"
English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers.
Job 18:5 - 6
Indeed, the light of the wicked is put out, and the flame of his fire does not shine.
Psalms 88:3 - 4
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
1 Samuel 1:6 - 7
And her rival used to provoke her grievously to irritate her, because the Lord had closed her womb.
The tents of robbers are at peace, and those who provoke God are secure, who bring their god in their hand.
Give your servant a pledge of good; let not the insolent oppress me.
Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!
This makes Jesus the guarantor of a better covenant.
But the eyes of the wicked will fail; all way of escape will be lost to them, and their hope is to breathe their last.
If I have withheld anything that the poor desired, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail.
And now I have become their song; I am a byword to them.
And you shall become a horror, a proverb, and a byword among all the peoples where the Lord will lead you away.
You have made us a byword among the nations, a laughingstock among the peoples.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.
My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.
He comes out like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.
As many were astonished at you - his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance, and his form beyond that of the children of mankind -
He delivers even the one who is not innocent, who will be delivered through the cleanness of your hands.
Please turn; let no injustice be done. Turn now; my vindication is at stake.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and come to their end without hope.
My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they see no good.
And your life will be brighter than the noonday; its darkness will be like the morning.
They spend their days in prosperity, and in peace they go down to Sheol.
They are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets -
If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness.
Job 3:17 - 19
There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary are at rest.
They lie down alike in the dust, and the worms cover them.
Hide them all in the dust together; bind their faces in the world below.