Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?

Job 17:1-16
“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
“God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow. The upright are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly. Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.
If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness, if I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’  and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’ where then is my hope— who can see any hope for me?
The pictures Job paints convey his intense, unbearable agony - a tortured body and a mind tormented at the thought that God could do all this to him. Even now he cannot believe God is unjust: there must be one who will plead his cause in heaven. If his case rests till he is dead, what hope is there?
Why?
Job still believes that the Lord is not unjust, even he suffers so much pain and scones. He knows God is his pledge, God can put up security for him.
After death there is nothing can discussing and arguing about it.
Where is my hope? who can see any hope for me? Job was anticipating the hope of the Lord. So as me, anticipating the hope of the Lord every day.
How?
God is my way and my hope.