Job 17King James Version
Short and broken. My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me. The hope that remains is the hope of the grave. Where now is my hope? He asks it twice.
Job continues. His spirit is broken, his days are extinct. He has made a byword of himself. His eyes are dim with grief. He sees no hope in the land of the living. His friends have mocked him; the righteous are appalled. He calls on God to be his pledge, his guarantor. He ends by asking where his hope is: it will go down with him to the grave.
At the book's darkest point, Job has no human comfort, his body is failing, and he cannot locate his hope anywhere outside the grave.
9: "The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger." Even in despair, Job holds the principle of the righteous man. He does not abandon it. He still believes it, even when it is not working for him.
The pit and sheol, the ancient underworld, appear here as Job's expected destination. The ancient Near Eastern afterlife was gloomy and shadowy, not a place of reward or punishment but of diminished existence. Job is not hoping to escape death; he is asking whether there is anything worth naming as hope before he arrives there.
Job speaks. The friends are present but addressed with exhaustion rather than argument. God is addressed briefly as the one Job is asking to be his surety.
The chapter is a poetic expression of total depletion. Hope, spirit, days: all described as already gone. Yet Job does not stop speaking. The act of speech is itself a form of not giving up, even when the content of the speech is about having nothing left.
For when you have said everything and it has changed nothing and you are running out of ways to ask. Job keeps asking. He does not know where hope is. He keeps looking.
1My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
2Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
3Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?
4For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.
5He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.
8Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
9The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
10But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
16They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.