Job 17
1 My spirit shall be wasted, my days shall be shortened, and only the grave remaineth for me.
Spiritus meus attenuabitur, dies mei breviabuntur, et solum mihi superest sepulchrum.
2 I have not sinned, and my eye abideth in bitterness.
Non peccavi, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.
3 Deliver me O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man’s hand fight against me.
Libera me Domine, et pone me iuxta te, et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me.
4 Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.
Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina, propterea non exaltabuntur.
5 He promiseth a prey to his companions, and the eyes of his children shall fail.
Praedam pollicetur sociis, et oculi filiorum eius deficient.
6 He hath made me as it were a byword of the people, and I am an example before them.
Posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi, et exemplum sum coram eis.
7 My eye is dim through indignation, and my limbs are brought as it were to nothing.
Caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus, et membra mea quasi in nihilum redacta sunt.
8 The just shall be astonished at this, and the innocent shall be raised up against the hypocrite.
Stupebunt iusti super hoc, et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur.
9 And the just man shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
Et tenebit iustus viam suam, et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem.
10 Wherefore be you all converted, and come, and I shall not find among you any wise man.
Igitur omnes vos convertimini, et venite, et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem.
11 My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
Dies mei transierunt, cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt, torquentes cor meum:
12 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.
Noctem verterunt in diem, et rursum post tenebras spero lucem.
Si sustinuero, infernus domus mea est, et in tenebris stravi lectulum meum. (Sheol h7585)
14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister.
Putredini dixi: Pater meus es, mater mea, et soror mea, vermibus.
15 Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience?
Ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea, et patientiam meam quis considerat?
