Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
ὀλέκομαι πνεύματι φερόμενος δέομαι δὲ ταφῆς καὶ οὐ τυγχάνω
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
λίσσομαι κάμνων καὶ τί ποιήσας
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
ἔκλεψαν δέ μου τὰ ὑπάρχοντα ἀλλότριοι τίς ἐστιν οὗτος τῇ χειρί μου συνδεθήτω
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
ὅτι καρδίαν αὐτῶν ἔκρυψας ἀπὸ φρονήσεως διὰ τοῦτο οὐ μὴ ὑψώσῃς αὐτούς
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
τῇ μερίδι ἀναγγελεῖ κακίας ὀφθαλμοὶ δέ μου ἐφ’ υἱοῖς ἐτάκησαν
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
ἔθου δέ με θρύλημα ἐν ἔθνεσιν γέλως δὲ αὐτοῖς ἀπέβην
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
πεπώρωνται γὰρ ἀπὸ ὀργῆς οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου πεπολιόρκημαι μεγάλως ὑπὸ πάντων
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
θαῦμα ἔσχεν ἀληθινοὺς ἐπὶ τούτῳ δίκαιος δὲ ἐπὶ παρανόμῳ ἐπανασταίη
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
σχοίη δὲ πιστὸς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ ὁδόν καθαρὸς δὲ χεῖρας ἀναλάβοι θάρσος
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ πάντες ἐρείδετε καὶ δεῦτε δή οὐ γὰρ εὑρίσκω ἐν ὑμῖν ἀληθές
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
αἱ ἡμέραι μου παρῆλθον ἐν βρόμῳ ἐρράγη δὲ τὰ ἄρθρα τῆς καρδίας μου
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
νύκτα εἰς ἡμέραν ἔθηκαν φῶς ἐγγὺς ἀπὸ προσώπου σκότους
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
ἐὰν γὰρ ὑπομείνω ᾅδης μου ὁ οἶκος ἐν δὲ γνόφῳ ἔστρωταί μου ἡ στρωμνή (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
θάνατον ἐπεκαλεσάμην πατέρα μου εἶναι μητέρα δέ μου καὶ ἀδελφὴν σαπρίαν
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
ποῦ οὖν μου ἔτι ἐστὶν ἡ ἐλπίς ἦ τὰ ἀγαθά μου ὄψομαι
