Job 17
1 My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
spiritus meus adtenuabitur dies mei breviabuntur et solum mihi superest sepulchrum
2 Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
non peccavi et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus
3 Appoint it, I pray thee—be thou surety for me with thyself, Who is there that, on my side, can pledge himself?
libera me et pone iuxta te et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me
4 For, their heart, hast thou kept back from understanding, On this account, thou wilt not exalt them.
cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina et propterea non exaltabuntur
5 He that, for a share, denounceth friends, even, the eyes of his children, shall be dim.
praedam pollicetur sociis et oculi filiorum eius deficient
6 But he hath set me, as the byword of peoples, And, one to be spit on in the face, do I become.
posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et exemplum sum coram eis
7 Therefore hath mine eye become dim from vexation, and, my members, are like a shadow, all of them.
caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus et membra mea quasi in nihili redacta sunt
8 Upright men shall be astounded over this, and, the innocent, against the impious, shall rouse themselves.
stupebunt iusti super hoc et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur
9 That the righteous may hold on his way, and, the clean of hands, increase in strength.
et tenebit iustus viam suam et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem
10 But indeed, as for them all, will ye bethink yourselves and enter into it, I pray you? Or shall I not find, among you, one who is wise?
igitur vos omnes convertimini et venite et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem
11 My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!
dies mei transierunt cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt torquentes cor meum
12 Night for day, they appoint, Light, is near, by reason of darkness!
noctem verterunt in diem et rursum post tenebras spero lucem
si sustinuero infernus domus mea est in tenebris stravi lectulum meum (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
putredini dixi pater meus es mater mea et soror mea vermibus
15 Where then would be my hope? And, as for my blessedness, who should see it!
ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea et patientiam meam quis considerat
