Job 17
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
Daha mi nestaje, gasnu moji dani i za mene već se skupljaju grobari.
2 Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.
Rugači su evo mene dohvatili, od uvreda oka sklopiti ne mogu.
3 Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?
Stoga me zaštiti i budi mi jamcem kad mi nitko u dlan neće da udari.
4 For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt [them].
Jer, srca si njina lišio razuma i dopustiti im nećeš da opstanu.
5 He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
K'o taj što imanje dijeli drugovima, a djeci njegovoj dotle oči gasnu,
6 But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
narodima svim sam na ruglo postao, onaj kom u lice svatko pljunut' može.
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.
Od tuge vid mi se muti u očima, poput sjene moji udovi postaju.
8 Upright men shall be astonished at this, And the innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
Začudit će se zbog toga pravednici, na bezbožnika će planuti čestiti;
9 Yet shall the righteous hold on his way, And he that hath clean hands shall wax stronger and stronger.
neporočni će na svom ustrajat' putu, čovjek čistih ruku ojačat će još više.
10 But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.
Hajde, svi vi, nećete li opet počet', tÓa među vama ja mudra ne nalazim!
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, Even the thoughts of my heart.
Minuli su dani, propale zamisli, želje srca moga izjalovile se.
12 They change the night into day: The light, [say they], is near unto the darkness.
'U noći najcrnjoj, dan se približava; blizu je već svjetlo što tminu izgoni.'
A meni je nada otići u Šeol i prostrijeti sebi ležaj u mrklini. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister;
Dovikujem grobu: 'Oče moj rođeni!' a crve pozdravljam: 'Mati moja, sestro!'
15 Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
Ali gdje za mene ima jošte nade? Sreću moju tko će ikada vidjeti?
