nsb@Job:17:1 @ »My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. The grave is waiting for me.
nsb@Job:17:2 @ »Mockers surrounded me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
nsb@Job:17:3 @ »Please guarantee my bail. Who else will guarantee it with a handshake?
nsb@Job:17:4 @ »You close their minds and hearts so that they cannot understand. That is why you will not honor them.
nsb@Job:17:5 @ »Whoever turns in friends to get their property should have his children's eyesight fail.
nsb@Job:17:6 @ »Now he has made me a laughingstock for many people. Now they spit in my face.
nsb@Job:17:7 @ »My eyes are dim because of grief. My limbs are like a shadow.
nsb@Job:17:8 @ »This shocks decent people. The innocent are against the godless people.
nsb@Job:17:9 @ »Yet, the righteous person clings to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.
nsb@Job:17:10 @ »But now, you must come and try again! I will not find one wise man among you.
nsb@Job:17:11 @ »My days are passing by. My plans are broken. My dreams are shattered.
nsb@Job:17:12 @ »You say that night is day. Light has nearly become darkness.
nsb@Job:17:13 @ »Should I look for the grave as my home and make my bed in the darkness?
nsb@Job:17:14 @ »If I say to the pit: You are my father! And to the worm: You are my mother and sister!
nsb@Job:17:15 @ »Where is my hope? Can you see any hope left in me?
nsb@Job:17:16 @ »Will hope go down with me to the gates of the grave? Will my hope rest with me in the dust?«