Job Chapter 17
My vibes are totally off, my days are numbered, and the graves are all set for me, fr.
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves {are ready} for me. {breath...: or, spirit is spent}
Aren't there mad haters surrounding me? My eyes can't stop peeping their shade, no cap.
{Are there} not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation? {continue: Heb. lodge}
Just chill, let’s negotiate; who’s down to make a deal with me?
Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who {is} he {that} will strike hands with me?
You’ve held back their hearts from understanding, so they ain’t gonna catch a break.
For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt {them}.
If you’re hyping up your crew, even their kids are gonna be sus.
He that speaketh flattery to {his} friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.
Now I’m just a meme to the gang; I used to be the vibe king.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret. {aforetime: or, before them}
My eyes are heavy from all this hurt, and I feel like a total shadow, periodt.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members {are} as a shadow. {my members: or, my thoughts}
Real ones will be shook by this situation, and the pure will come for the fakes.
Upright {men} shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
The righteous will keep hustling, and those with clean hands will level up, bet.
The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger. {be...: Heb. add strength}
But for y’all, roll back and let’s talk; can’t spot a wise one in the squad.
But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find {one} wise {man} among you.
My days are finished, my plans are wrecked, even my heart’s thoughts are scattered.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, {even} the thoughts of my heart. {the thoughts: Heb. the possessions}
They switch night into day, but the light's dim 'cause it’s all dark, fr.
They change the night into day: the light {is} short because of darkness. {short: Heb. near}
If I chill, the grave is my pad; I’ve made my bed in the dark vibes.
If I wait, the grave {is} mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
I told decay, "You’re my pops," and to the worm, "You’re my crew."
I have said to corruption, Thou {art} my father: to the worm, {Thou art} my mother, and my sister. {said: Heb. cried, or, called}
And where’s my hope at now? Who’s gonna spot my hope, for real?
And where {is} now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
They’re gonna dip down to the pit, when we’re just dust together, no cap.
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when {our} rest together {is} in the dust.