Job 17
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished — graves [are] for me.
ὀλέκομαι πνεύματι φερόμενος δέομαι δὲ ταφῆς καὶ οὐ τυγχάνω
2 If not — mockeries [are] with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
λίσσομαι κάμνων καὶ τί ποιήσας
3 Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?
ἔκλεψαν δέ μου τὰ ὑπάρχοντα ἀλλότριοι τίς ἐστιν οὗτος τῇ χειρί μου συνδεθήτω
4 For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them.
ὅτι καρδίαν αὐτῶν ἔκρυψας ἀπὸ φρονήσεως διὰ τοῦτο οὐ μὴ ὑψώσῃς αὐτούς
5 For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
τῇ μερίδι ἀναγγελεῖ κακίας ὀφθαλμοὶ δέ μου ἐφ’ υἱοῖς ἐτάκησαν
6 And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
ἔθου δέ με θρύλημα ἐν ἔθνεσιν γέλως δὲ αὐτοῖς ἀπέβην
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
πεπώρωνται γὰρ ἀπὸ ὀργῆς οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου πεπολιόρκημαι μεγάλως ὑπὸ πάντων
8 Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.
θαῦμα ἔσχεν ἀληθινοὺς ἐπὶ τούτῳ δίκαιος δὲ ἐπὶ παρανόμῳ ἐπανασταίη
9 And the righteous layeth hold [on] his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And — dumb are they all.
σχοίη δὲ πιστὸς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ ὁδόν καθαρὸς δὲ χεῖρας ἀναλάβοι θάρσος
10 Return, and come in, I pray you, And I find not among you a wise man.
οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ πάντες ἐρείδετε καὶ δεῦτε δή οὐ γὰρ εὑρίσκω ἐν ὑμῖν ἀληθές
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
αἱ ἡμέραι μου παρῆλθον ἐν βρόμῳ ἐρράγη δὲ τὰ ἄρθρα τῆς καρδίας μου
12 Night for day they appoint, Light [is] near because of darkness.
νύκτα εἰς ἡμέραν ἔθηκαν φῶς ἐγγὺς ἀπὸ προσώπου σκότους
ἐὰν γὰρ ὑπομείνω ᾅδης μου ὁ οἶκος ἐν δὲ γνόφῳ ἔστρωταί μου ἡ στρωμνή (Sheol h7585)
14 To corruption I have called: — 'Thou [art] my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' — to the worm.
θάνατον ἐπεκαλεσάμην πατέρα μου εἶναι μητέρα δέ μου καὶ ἀδελφὴν σαπρίαν
15 And where [is] now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
ποῦ οὖν μου ἔτι ἐστὶν ἡ ἐλπίς ἦ τὰ ἀγαθά μου ὄψομαι
