Job 17
1 spiritus meus adtenuabitur dies mei breviabuntur et solum mihi superest sepulchrum
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
2 non peccavi et in amaritudinibus moratur oculus meus
Are there not mockers around me? and doth [not] mine eye abide in their provocation?
3 libera me et pone iuxta te et cuiusvis manus pugnet contra me
Lay down now [a pledge], be thou surety for me with thyself: who is he that striketh hands with me?
4 cor eorum longe fecisti a disciplina et propterea non exaltabuntur
For thou hast hidden their heart from understanding; therefore thou wilt not exalt [them].
5 praedam pollicetur sociis et oculi filiorum eius deficient
He that betrayeth friends for a prey — even the eyes of his children shall fail.
6 posuit me quasi in proverbium vulgi et exemplum sum coram eis
And he hath made me a proverb of the peoples; and I am become one to be spit on in the face.
7 caligavit ab indignatione oculus meus et membra mea quasi in nihili redacta sunt
And mine eye is dim by reason of grief, and all my members are as a shadow.
8 stupebunt iusti super hoc et innocens contra hypocritam suscitabitur
Upright men [shall be] astonished at this, and the innocent shall be stirred up against the ungodly;
9 et tenebit iustus viam suam et mundis manibus addet fortitudinem
But the righteous shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall increase in strength.
10 igitur vos omnes convertimini et venite et non inveniam in vobis ullum sapientem
But as for you all, pray come on again; and I shall not find one wise man among you.
11 dies mei transierunt cogitationes meae dissipatae sunt torquentes cor meum
My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the cherished thoughts of my heart.
12 noctem verterunt in diem et rursum post tenebras spero lucem
They change the night into day; the light [they imagine] near in presence of the darkness.
If I wait, Sheol is my house; I spread my bed in the darkness: (Sheol h7585)
14 putredini dixi pater meus es mater mea et soror mea vermibus
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
15 ubi est ergo nunc praestolatio mea et patientiam meam quis considerat
And where is then my hope? yea, my hope, who shall see it?
