Job 17:7-16

7My eyes have grown dim from grief, and my whole body has become but a shadow.

8The upright are appalled at this, and the innocent are roused against the godless.

9Yet the righteous person will hold to his way, and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.

10But come back and try again, all of you. I will not find a wise man among you.

11My days have slipped by; my plans have been ruined, even the things dear to my heart.

12They turned night into day and made light seem near in the face of darkness.

13If I await Sheol as my home, spread out my bed in darkness,

14and say to corruption, “You are my father,” and to the maggot, “My mother” or “My sister,”

15where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?

16Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust?