Ἰώβ 17
1 ὀλέκομαι πνεύματι φερόμενος δέομαι δὲ ταφῆς καὶ οὐ τυγχάνω
My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
2 λίσσομαι κάμνων καὶ τί ποιήσας
Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
3 ἔκλεψαν δέ μου τὰ ὑπάρχοντα ἀλλότριοι τίς ἐστιν οὗτος τῇ χειρί μου συνδεθήτω
And thou, [Creator!] attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
4 ὅτι καρδίαν αὐτῶν ἔκρυψας ἀπὸ φρονήσεως διὰ τοῦτο οὐ μὴ ὑψώσῃς αὐτούς
For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted [through them].
5 τῇ μερίδι ἀναγγελεῖ κακίας ὀφθαλμοὶ δέ μου ἐφ’ υἱοῖς ἐτάκησαν
Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
6 ἔθου δέ με θρύλημα ἐν ἔθνεσιν γέλως δὲ αὐτοῖς ἀπέβην
And he hath placed me here as a by-word unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
7 πεπώρωνται γὰρ ἀπὸ ὀργῆς οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου πεπολιόρκημαι μεγάλως ὑπὸ πάντων
Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
8 θαῦμα ἔσχεν ἀληθινοὺς ἐπὶ τούτῳ δίκαιος δὲ ἐπὶ παρανόμῳ ἐπανασταίη
Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
9 σχοίη δὲ πιστὸς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ ὁδόν καθαρὸς δὲ χεῖρας ἀναλάβοι θάρσος
Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
10 οὐ μὴν δὲ ἀλλὰ πάντες ἐρείδετε καὶ δεῦτε δή οὐ γὰρ εὑρίσκω ἐν ὑμῖν ἀληθές
But all of you, do only return, and come but [to me]: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
11 αἱ ἡμέραι μου παρῆλθον ἐν βρόμῳ ἐρράγη δὲ τὰ ἄρθρα τῆς καρδίας μου
My days are past, my resolves are broken off, [even the thoughts]—the possessions of my heart.
12 νύκτα εἰς ἡμέραν ἔθηκαν φῶς ἐγγὺς ἀπὸ προσώπου σκότους
These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.—
When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch; (Sheol h7585)
14 θάνατον ἐπεκαλεσάμην πατέρα μου εἶναι μητέρα δέ μου καὶ ἀδελφὴν σαπρίαν
When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
15 ποῦ οὖν μου ἔτι ἐστὶν ἡ ἐλπίς ἦ τὰ ἀγαθά μου ὄψομαι
Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it [fulfilled]?
