Job 17
1 My breath is corrupt: my dayes are cut off, and the graue is readie for me.
spiritus meus adtenuabitur dies mei breviabuntur et solum mihi superest sepulchrum
2 There are none but mockers with mee, and mine eye continueth in their bitternesse.
non peccavi et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus
3 Lay downe nowe and put me in suretie for thee: who is hee, that will touch mine hand?
libera me et pone iuxta te et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me
4 For thou hast hid their heart from vnderstanding: therefore shalt thou not set them vp on hie.
cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina et propterea non exaltabuntur
5 For the eyes of his children shall faile, that speaketh flattery to his friends.
praedam pollicetur sociis et oculi filiorum eius deficient
6 Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et exemplum sum coram eis
7 Mine eye therefore is dimme for griefe, and all my strength is like a shadowe.
caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus et membra mea quasi in nihili redacta sunt
8 The righteous shalbe astonied at this, and the innocent shalbe moued against ye hypocrite.
stupebunt iusti super hoc et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur
9 But the righteous wil holde his way, and he whose hands are pure, shall increase his strength.
et tenebit iustus viam suam et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem
10 All you therefore turne you, and come nowe, and I shall not finde one wise among you.
igitur vos omnes convertimini et venite et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem
11 My dayes are past, mine enterprises are broken, and the thoughts of mine heart
dies mei transierunt cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt torquentes cor meum
12 Haue changed the nyght for the day, and the light that approched, for darkenesse.
noctem verterunt in diem et rursum post tenebras spero lucem
13 Though I hope, yet the graue shall bee mine house, and I shall make my bed in the darke. (Sheol h7585)
si sustinuero infernus domus mea est in tenebris stravi lectulum meum (Sheol h7585)
14 I shall say to corruption, Thou art my father, and to the worme, Thou art my mother and my sister.
putredini dixi pater meus es mater mea et soror mea vermibus
15 Where is then now mine hope? or who shall consider the thing, that I hoped for?
ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea et patientiam meam quis considerat
