Job 17
1 Spiritus meus attenuabitur, dies mei breviabuntur, et solum mihi superest sepulchrum.
"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
2 Non peccavi, et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus.
Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
3 Libera me Domine, et pone me iuxta te, et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me.
"Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?
4 Cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina, propterea non exaltabuntur.
For you have hidden their heart from understanding, Therefore you shall not exalt them.
5 Praedam pollicetur sociis, et oculi filiorum eius deficient.
He who denounces his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 Posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi, et exemplum sum coram eis.
"But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
7 Caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus, et membra mea quasi in nihilum redacta sunt.
My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
8 Stupebunt iusti super hoc, et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur.
Upright men shall be astonished at this. The innocent shall stir up himself against the godless.
9 Et tenebit iustus viam suam, et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem.
Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.
10 Igitur omnes vos convertimini, et venite, et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem.
But as for you all, come on now again; I shall not find a wise man among you.
11 Dies mei transierunt, cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt, torquentes cor meum:
My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.
12 Noctem verterunt in diem, et rursum post tenebras spero lucem.
They change the night into day, saying 'The light is near' in the presence of darkness.
If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness, (Sheol h7585)
14 Putredini dixi: Pater meus es, mater mea, et soror mea, vermibus.
If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
15 Ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea, et patientiam meam quis considerat?
where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
