Job 17

Introduction

Job 17 continues Job's reply to Eliphaz's second speech and forms a pair with chapter 16. Where chapter 16 moved from bitter complaint toward the surprising hope of a heavenly witness, chapter 17 descends back into darkness. The chapter reads as a meditation on approaching death — Job's spirit is broken, his body is wasting, and the grave is the only home he can see ahead of him. His friends mock rather than comfort; the upright look on in horror; and the hopes that once sustained him have been shattered.

Yet even in this bleak landscape, flashes of defiance and clarity appear. Job appeals to God as his guarantor (v. 3), insists that the righteous will hold to their way despite what they see (v. 9), and challenges his friends to try again — knowing they have nothing wise to say (v. 10). The chapter ends with one of the most haunting passages in Scripture: Job imagines making his home in the grave, calling corruption "father" and the worm "mother" — and then asks, "Where then is my hope?" The question hangs unanswered, suspended between despair and the fragile witness Job has just claimed in 16:19.


A Broken Spirit and Mocking Companions (vv. 1–5)

1 "My spirit is broken; my days are extinguished; the grave awaits me. 2 Surely mockers surround me, and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion. 3 Give me, I pray, the pledge You demand. Who else will be my guarantor? 4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore You will not exalt them. 5 If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

1 "My spirit is destroyed; my days are snuffed out; the graveyard is mine. 2 Surely mockers are all around me, and my eye lingers on their provocation. 3 Put up a pledge for me with Yourself — who else will shake hands with me as a guarantor? 4 For You have hidden their hearts from understanding; therefore You will not let them triumph. 5 He who denounces friends for gain — the eyes of his children will waste away.

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Made a Byword, Yet the Righteous Endure (vv. 6–10)

6 He has made me a byword among the people, a man in whose face they spit. 7 My eyes have grown dim with grief, and my whole body is but a shadow. 8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are stirred against the godless. 9 Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger. 10 But come back and try again, all of you. For I will not find a wise man among you.

6 He has made me a byword to the peoples, and I have become one in whose face they spit. 7 My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow. 8 The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent is stirred up against the godless. 9 Yet the righteous holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows ever stronger. 10 But as for all of you — come back now and try again! I will not find a wise man among you.

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Descending into the Grave (vv. 11–16)

11 My days have passed; my plans are broken off — even the desires of my heart. 12 They have turned night into day, making light seem near in the face of darkness. 13 If I look for Sheol as my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness, 14 and say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother,' or 'My sister,' 15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me? 16 Will it go down to the gates of Sheol? Will we go down together into the dust?"

11 My days have passed away; my plans are torn apart — the longings of my heart. 12 They turn night into day; they say, 'Light is near!' in the face of darkness. 13 If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I spread out my couch in darkness, 14 if I call out to the pit, 'You are my father!' and to the maggot, 'My mother!' and 'My sister!' — 15 then where is my hope? My hope — who can see it? 16 Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?"

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