Job Complains to God My Hopes Have Died 17 1My hopes have died, my time is up, and the grave is ready. 2All I can see are angry crowds, making fun of me. 3If you, LORD, don't help, who will pay the price for my release? 4My friends won't really listen, all because of you, and so you must be the one to prove them wrong. 5They have condemned me, just to benefit themselves; now blind their children.   6You, God, are the reason I am insulted and spit on. 7I am almost blind with grief; my body is a mere shadow.   8People who are truly good would feel so alarmed, that they would become angry with my worthless friends. 9They would do the right thing and because they did, they would grow stronger.[N] 10But none of my friends show any sense.   11My life is drawing to an end; hope has disappeared. 12But all my friends can do is offer empty hopes.[O] 13I could tell the world below to prepare me a bed. 14Then I could greet the grave as my father and say to the worms, “Hello, mother and sisters!”   15But what kind of hope is that? 16Will it keep me company in the world of the dead?  
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